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Graduation?


 

Dear future seniors, 

 

Dressed in Purple

Gowns and Caps,

 

A small girl walks to the stage,

Holding 6 notecards, that she stayed up all night writing.

 

Her words loud and clear, her words would soon impact us for years…

 

Everyone arises as the speaker tells us to move our tassels from

Left

To                                    

                                                                                                            Right.

Audience erupts in applause,

 

we look to one another, knowing we’ll always

Remember this day.

 

But I open my eyes, seeing i’m still in class, no cap or gown.

Realising that moment is only

 

100

80

3

Days                                              

 

   away…







 

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yokonotono
<p>me too though, i cannot wait to graduate. i love it!</p>

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