The End

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It started a short four years ago
Sitting in the auditorium
Looking left and right to see familiar faces
It felt like yesterday we threw paint at the frosh social,
Four years of dances, homecomings, spirit games, dodge ball tournaments, and class games
Flew by in no time at all
In a short time it will come to a close
And we will all go our separate ways
Some may stay in touch
But most will not
And classmates will become but memories to all
And before we know it
We will be sitting trying to remember those names and faces from those four magical years
We have a short time left
Till our freedom
Till we dance at prom
Till we walk the aisle
Graduation comes as our last night together as a class
At the end we finally realize what has always been around the corner
We leave home where college awaits
And as we get older we cannot stop but think of things we would do to rewind time and relive our high school memories





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