Fri, 03/18/2016 - 13:00 -- mireyam

Im a senior this yearHeading out into the big worldJust as everyone has toldThe day is drawing nearAnd this fear I holdWill never grow oldWhere will I steer?I know in the end, it will unfoldEvery little piece unrolledMy future is vivid and clearAlthough it may seem swirledI wouldn’t change a single wordOf this book I control I will graduate this year

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