I see all of my friends,
I am gonna miss you guys next year.
As we go diffrent ways,
I start to think how will they be?
What will they become?
All i hear is good-bye or i am gonna miss you,
I want to see you again...
What a about see you later?
Damn, my last year in middle school..
Never knew it would come this soon..
Last year seem like a dream...
Were will i get to, who knows?
I'll just wait and see.
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