Sorry High School

Dear High School,

Four years of daily long yawns and 15 minutes naps.

You were filled with an unbelievable amount of ups and downs,

but I will never look back and regret anything.

From the friends I've made,

to the memories that have decayed, 

You'll always be

one of the

most special times

my life has seen

and helped me to be

who I am today.

I know I hated you during the four years, 

but I truly feel sorry for always putting you last.

Putting sports and video games before you, 

I know that I must've made you feel poorly.

I hope we can continue to be friends,

until everything I have taken part in, ends.

This poem is about: 
Me
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