I walk down these hallways,
lockers are still the same disgusting shade of beige
Some of those teachers most hope to never see again
still stand outside their doorway in between class,
I miss seeing those same faces every day,
The ones who you counted on the most
I was ready to leave but a decade later
I come back and realized this school formed
who I became in the future
Don't take a day in high school for granted,
In the end you'll realize how much you miss this
place of no worries.
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