Majoring in Confusion

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High school years are passing way too fast.

I sit here hoping my friendships will last.

Expectations are high, and my sleep is running low.

But as I walk across the stage, the worth will show.

So far, yet so soon.

So many questions, like which college should I attend too?

Can I afford it?

What major should I pick?

All unsure, until then I'll be majoring in confusion.

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