High School
Good times always come to an end
High School memories fill my mind
Counting down the days until I walk that path and turn that tassle
Its been a road full of hassle
Hard to grasp but its coming so close
Brightening thoughts of college I suppose will take over soon
Pushing the memories of the crazy days into the back
College bound and ready to go
this i know is the way to grow
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