TwentyThirteen

Fri, 05/31/2013 - 18:49 -- caseym

The four years seem to flash right before your eyes,
Goosebumps appear as you tread down the empty hall the last time.
You feel as if ants are crawling in your stomach,
Every one going separate ways to college.
A tight-knit group is what we became,
The word "Family" would do justice to explain.
The class of 2013, we will never forget,
The friends, experiences, feelings, and never regret.
What we accomplished is special, this is our time,
before we go on to college, and shine!

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