Moving on from High School

April 19, 2014

End of the line.

The train stops here.

It’s time to move on.

Do I want to?

No.

But I have to.

Do I regret anything?

Yes. Lots of things.

But I’m happy with what I did do.

Will I miss this?

Yeah, probably. Only time will tell, though.

This was my moment, and it’s coming to an end.

But the end of one moment is just the beginning of another.

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