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By Lou S.,
Graduation
I sit and stare at the dark single tone
chalkboard gazing into a deep trance of
a sleep wondering I have Twenty-nine
more days to figure out a long but
fulfilling life after I leave this box
made of bricks and full of wise minds
and memories.
by L. S., Ansonia, CT
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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