12 years

Learning to read, to write, to speak,

I realized that school was just work every week, 

It wasn't that hard, till after 6th,

I realized middle school was no longer a myth,

Not just one teacher, not there's 7,

This was much easier when i was still 11,

But hey! New friends and high school awaits,

Not too bad but i feel young and feel great,

Meeting new people is starting to get hard,

I can't relate and all my friends went away,

Three more years, oh i found my new class,

Guitar and piano will make this go fast,

Oh wait! I met some pretty good friends, 

Maybe I can have a fun time again,

Yes my senior year is here!

My friends are now family and i'm ready to hear,

Graduating class of 2019!

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