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The End


This is what we have all been waiting for... The end. The end of immaturity. The end of all the drama. The end of all of rules. We finally get the sweet freedom that we have always wanted. Because of this marvelous end. The end of being stuck in this prison they call "school." This end is only the beginning. The beginning of long summer nights. The beginning of days sitting by the pool. Sounds great, doesn't it? But this end doesn't last long. There will be a time where this end will come to an end. But don’t fret enjoy this end.
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