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Seniors-Free


I can't believe this is it.

I can't believe it is here.

I can't believe this is my senior year.

I have lived with these imbeciles for years.

I can't believe I'll finally be free:

Be free to finally be me!

This is my year.

This is my life.

This is my time.

You can't take that away and I won't let you.

This is my year and I will shine.

I've grown up.

I'll be 18.

I'll be free.

I'll finally get to be me.

You'll hear what I have to say

Because I will finally be me.

Whoever that is.

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