I walked in
To a crowd
Filled with adults
All I could do was look down
Staring at the booklet I was handed
Voices, silence and laughters
Soon filled the space
Everything was a blur
My hand gripped the book so hard
That the pages were probably shattering inside
But I couldn't help it
For there was an earthquake in me
Thankfully
Your presence was the cement
To the breaking ground
Filling all the spaces in between
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