12 years
Learning to read, to write, to speak,
I realized that school was just work every week,
It wasn't that hard, till after 6th,
I realized middle school was no longer a myth,
Not just one teacher, not there's 7,
This was much easier when i was still 11,
But hey! New friends and high school awaits,
Not too bad but i feel young and feel great,
Meeting new people is starting to get hard,
I can't relate and all my friends went away,
Three more years, oh i found my new class,
Guitar and piano will make this go fast,
Oh wait! I met some pretty good friends,
Maybe I can have a fun time again,
Yes my senior year is here!
My friends are now family and i'm ready to hear,
Graduating class of 2019!
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