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Graduation Memories


just i was starting

      to figure this thing out

they tell me i'm done

feels like only just began

      to make this place my own

and there's the door

all the things that happened to me

all the things i did

packed up in a box 

      and  shoved into a corner

taht box will be there

      when i need to look through it

           to remeber who i am

                and how i got there

(even if it's may'be a little dusty)

but for now...

 

 

 

what's next?...

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