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The days have flown by since Freshmn year,

and somtimes thinking of it makes me want to shed a tear.

Eight classes a day is just too much,

it makes me stressed and have to rush

to get my work done at the right time.

It hurts to think that four years have passed,

but there are many more to come I'm sure.

It may have been hard,  I may have been stressed,

but I do know that I did my absolute best.

It's already December, the year is almost done

and now I'm asking where the time has gone?

 It'll be a good-bye to the friends I've held close,

but a new beginning for those I will soon meet.

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