The Day it Hit Me
Today is the day it all changed
I woke up with a different look on childhood
I wasn’t sure what this day had arranged
But I knew it was going to be good
It was my last day of my eighth grade school year
And we we’re saying goodbye to middle school
As I left the building one last time with a tear
I looked over the hill to the High School
I was a young middle schooler yesterday
My life was flashing past
Although I may be older today
I’m now a young adult at last
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