Senior Year
As the days pass by, my future seems to be coming at me full speed;
There is no running, there is no hiding;
All I have is my need to dream and a
heart full of hope. I see how my mom
cannot cope, but I know eventually
she will come around when I am college
bound; It does not matter what job I have all
I need to know is that I can,
Every one of my goals, all of my dreams
Will soon be a reality.
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