The End


Creeping through the crowd like an invisible ghost,

We stay to ourselves from every shoulder we hit,

Trying to survive from becoming an annoying boast,

We take 4 years of endless schoolwork until we sit,

Sit in the chair where we make a toast,

A toast to the completion of the never ending hell,

Even though upon us will be a harder challenge,

We mature into our future figures,

We discover the true purpose behind our life,

But that's in the future,

Tonight is a celebration.

A toast to the end.

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