high school

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The halls, the walls, all familiar to our eyes, as we make our last rounds, we realize this is the last time; we begin to remember the memories, the teachers, everything they taught us, and everything they didnt. We think of the friends we have made, and the struggles we have been through. Knowing that without them, we would not be who we are today. As we leave high school for the last time together, as the Class of 2014, we miss it already.

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