As high school comes to a close
It's the time for all that hatred
To wash away
And then its life
Some won't make it
In more ways than one
The only thing for sure
Is the final step in our lives?
For some it comes early, too early
For some it's prolonged
And for some
It's forced
Some give up
Much too early
And some live on
With hatred that cannot be rid
The thought of the end isn't scary
It's what drives me
To be the best
I can be
In my short time
Walking in the steps
Of those in before us
And leaving prints
For the greatness that will follow

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