The Buffer Screen
Senior Year
the Hault of the years I thought would never End
back to faceless Freshmen where faces past
Where Will I Go?
What Will I Do?
Buffer..
Buff... er...
Every second in this life is ours to treasure
But as hich school buffers past
the Loading screen of College
Looms O're Head
Are you ready for the Final Stage?
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