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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