A/N: To make up for all the tr0lls invading this poor fandom, here's a poem I wrote for the 100 Prompts challenge in the Poetry Craze forum. Prompt #5: follow.
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Graduation.
You might be thinking happy faces,
and robes and caps,
and diplomas.
But at Koukaku Senior High School,
the word itself tells a different story.
They say it's a door that leads
to a one-way escape from reality.
It's an action that cannot be undone.
And once you're gone,
you leave no trace of memory behind.
In the real world, no one believes you'd existed.
It's a form of freedom
from emotions, positive or negative.
It's a way of saying you're sick of reality.
Graduation is like death; it's neither a utopia nor dystopia.