March 20, 2008
By Andrea Nieto, Centennial, CO

The choices we make
The hearts that we break
Friends some might stay
Some might go away
The tragic losses that occure
The limo and the showfur
Dances where we dance untill the night is gone
And then we cant seem to remember where the time has gone
When we recieve a letter from the school of our choice
And soon enough we pack up our things Then where the phone rings we say our final goodbyes and hope we got everything we wanted to bring.

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