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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