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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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