High school: a peculiar place. It shapes and molds people.
We come brand new and begin to experience. A piece of clay ready to be molded. And in some shape our form, from it, we grow
up with out even noticing that we do. until something shows us how far we’ve come and how much we’ve
learned. we realize we've learned
and we realize it’s because we’re close to the end. And we’ve been molded. But maybe not from highschool
itself. Maybe just from the time spent
here. Or maybe by the person in charge
of time instead.
I don’t even know when
or how I jumpd the gap but I know at some point I did.
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