Senior, scary, funny, sad, new. I am blue when I realize we have to say good bye. I cry when you say you'll miss me. I know we'll see each other soon.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem as it is required to write one.
I wrote about my senior year as I am familiar to being
a senior
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