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Jan 2022
I thought of it as a place of books and pens only
A place of learning and teaching
But it was something else

It was a place of creating memories
Capturing moments
Making a movie out of it
With all the teenage drama and fantasy

It was a camp site for some
Always ready to go on an adventure
It was a place of retreat for others
Because it had a feeling of home

It is a place to forever be remembered
Am gonna miss high school. I never thought that the days of high school will  will come to an end
Maitsholo
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Maitsholo  17/F/Pretoria
(17/F/Pretoria)   
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