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My High School Years


People say high school are the best years of your life

But that's not true.

Throughout high school,

I lost friends,

I had to learn that I'd pay for school alone.

Freshman year I was still a kid,

I skipped and slacked off,

I learned more and more after every report card I needed to get it together.

Here I am as a senior now,

busting my ass in school while working 30 hours a week,

40 when there's no school,

it scares me.

Will I succeed?

I see my cassmates going out on the weekends while I work until late.

Maybe I didn't bust my ass enough in high school.

Here I am as a senior now,

wondering, hoping, praying

 
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