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it feels so easy to let the world slip away.   old friends pass like water through shriveled fingertips on aching, time-shorn hands. the evergreen forest outside brick walls
I hesitateTo admit that I tend to put things off until they absolutely must be dealt with   I was born here.I’ve moved between neighborhoods butThese mountains have watched me grow up.  
Everyday I think of June second What happend after graduating Do we stop living for the minute Does it hit then, when you think about the late nights and procrastinating Do we get a job then
  Not enough time for goodbye.
The caps fly up After we cross the stage 
I'm walking out the door while others are coming in. I'd gladly switch places just to be home again. They drive so far I can't see, the town of memories that use to involve me.
walking across the green grass  almost time to say goodbye to our class sweaty palms and shaky knees  finally going to be free anxiously waiting to hear your name looking around to see who all came
My tomahawk pride will shortly be coming to an end. Every morning I wake up to the same constant battle, Just my alarm clock And I. I take a cushioned seat among the crowd of seniors, Then the bell rings.
Can you believe it's really here?It's October of our senior year. Our class is closer, closer than ever.Why can't this year just last forever? As we send in our first college application,
It's just a cage. This building of words and numbers, Is just a cage. Inside this cage are
i never learned how toregister to vote, or howto save money with mycollege-student budget, or how not to lose mymind under the pile oftextbooks that sit on mydesk, or my keys for that
  What can I tell you about my school? It’s okay, nothing special Been with the same kids year after year Been with the same teachers year after year It tends to get monotonous Hearing the same drama
This is not a regular more of how I feel at this and life issue the most stressful thing that in my life but, I made to where I'm graduating in the spring.
Wow I cant believe I finished high school. This feeling I feel is too cool. I thank my mom for everything and when I have my amazing job I'll buy her anything. I want to be the best I can be
Four years ago. Walking through the halls, Everything around new. So many people, Many older and wiser than you. Just a fish, Thrown into a massive sea. Fifteen - there was still time for you.
Bubbles flutter to surface searching free Attempting to find their home above tide But try not to leave comrades back at sea
A small adventure it was, a mile journey. On crumbling pavement, carrying my sandals in my left hand. Barefoot, blisters forming, small cuts from tiny shards of glass, thrown to the roads.
Time to start off fresh I just bought this new dress it's time to go out I'm gonna have to shout Graduation is here It's time to hear you cheer.
SNAP, CRACKLE, POP! To the Top There are no limits so don't stop A Triumphant one cannot drop There's a knockout -- not a flop. With my head held high the limit is not the sky;
So young and bold, we are too proud to admit that we care-- Yet, we still have no care in our world. We are the gold miners of the Earth. Digging in the dust and in ourselves,
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