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High School Changes


Walking through the double doors

Smelling the mixture of too much perfume, sweaty boys, and stinky bathrooms

The first day of high school

A new beginning

Catching up with old friends after a long relaxing summer

Sitting and trying to stay awake while listening to teachers drone on and on

Then four years later walking back through those doors

Senior year

In the blink of an eye high school is almost over

Some friends have gone

And some have come

We start a new year

A year of lasts

Senior year

The last four year have flown by

From late night study sessions

To early morning breakfast laughs

In a matter of 4 years

I have grown up

Lost and found friends

4 years can change your life

4 years to find who you are and who you want to be

As my last year of high school begins

I reflect on the past 3

So many changes in me and my friends

We have all grown up

We all grow up

 
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