yearbook Magic
Pages of glossy white paper
A single canvas onto which
I am supposed to magically fit
Four years of heartache and laughter,
Love and friendships On to shiny pages
I cannot seem to write enough for those who stood their ground,
Reached another checkpoint towards success full of
Confidence and determination unshaken despite
Countless essays, tests, and headaches and
Moments of stress and pain and those who are determined not
Give up the fight and carry on until they reach what they are after
And now we the adults of today
Show faith in the adults of the future
For the world is now in our hands.
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britt1995
i lived in New Mexico until i was 12 years old then my father died and i moved hear with my mom and two younger sisters. now i am a senior in high school and trying to go to college and figure out my life all at the some time. but i have found a safe haven in poetry and photography and that is now how i express my emotions.
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