The Buffer Screen

Senior Year

the Hault of the years I thought would never End

back to faceless Freshmen where faces past

Where Will I Go?

What Will I Do?


Buff... er...

Every second in this life is ours to treasure 

But as hich school buffers past

the Loading screen of College

Looms O're Head

Are you ready for the Final Stage? 


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