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Senior Year


I shed many tears,

as I look back on my high school years.

A Senior this year,

full of nothing but fear.

Telling myself that it will be okay,

I could not wait for this day,

now I do not feel that way.

It went way to fast,

of course it was a blast,

not ready to put it in the past.

Will make this year my best,

more memories than the rest.

All the memories I will miss,

 Senior Year I got this!

 

 

 

 

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