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To the Class of 2018   4 months, 120 days, 2800 hours. Time slowly slips away. Ugly halls now hold fond memories, And the cap and gown become the enemy
Dear high school seniors,   It's sad because we have so little time left with the people we've been taking for granted for so long. It's sad because it feels like it will happen so suddenly
I wish I knew high school musical was just a dream and the reality of it all is more like a horror movie.  I never expected to be working like I'm a college student already breaking my back and staying up past 3am to finish homework. 
As a child, so fragile, so pure you broke my confidence as the blood rushed to my face when you said that I would never be anything in front of the whole class
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