High school graduation
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After tonight, you won't have to come back.
As you stand in this line of red and white,
it doesn't seem real.
The music has started, and the line
s l o w l y
shuffles forward.
I peered down a narrow path.
It stirred, it quaked,
Split right in half.
Gone were my inhibitions, I tried to brake,
Lost control, I hit a wall.
It started just thirteen years ago.
It may not seem like a short time,
But the time flew by fast.
I remember walking across the stage for my first concert,
the smell of the gym filled my small nose.
It's almost here
As I count down the days, I can't help but feel scared
I leave my old life behind to pursue something new
Looking at the cap and gown hanging beside me
I can't help but feel like crying
