Graduation
Running,
Scared,
No one,
here. . .
Thinking,
clinking,
my head,
is ringing. . .
I dont understand,
Its all over,
no more time,
no more play,
get up and go to work,
day after day,
wake up,
repeat. . .
It's over...
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