Senior Year

November 19, 2008
I am no longer in control.
begins to fill my empty days
I find that my life is now on repeat
The echoes of my footsteps bellow through the
I am emotionless
days begin to feel like
As my feet begin to leave their impression on
the tile floor.
I stay up late to avoid sleep.
I am no longer in control
8 months to go
This is my senior year

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