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My fresh years


Coming into high school, you think everything will be grand

life is in the palm of your hand 

things are ¨happening¨ according to plan

but then there comes the very first day

nothing is even happening your way

you get here and everythings a big fuzz

students are walking around creating buzz 

and your just confused

But for me when I was feeling down

and had no one to turn my emotions around

I got the help I needed the most

from a bright lady with eyes of the coast

She helped me and nutured me through my years of school

helped me obtain opportunities that were so cool

made get out of my big, huge fuzz

Now I was amongst my peers and apart of the buzz

so I thank her everyday for helping a freshman out

through these few yaers 

with out a doubt

and I hope that one day I can help someone too

to become successful and thankful too

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