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Time rushes by as I sit here,
All around me the world is constantly expanding
Shifting and shrinking,
Lives are changing,
Milestones, Tragedies and Miracles are passing by
And here I sit,
Still,
Eighth grade was a rememberable year
Two full weeks of nothing but poetry
Allowed to express secret tears
No longer did I find myself moppy
Words came out
I was expressed
