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graduating high school

by hannah-anderson-1

throwing papers up in the air everywhere wonderful bliss 4 years for this I miss you now we talked about how this would be us kissing throwing it up not giving a fuck i don't give a fuck i really don't graduating next week and i pretend to be sad to go it really doesn't matter ill walk and ill bow ill get my diploma i really don't know how.... I got the papers from the recycling bin it says a lot doesn't it
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