Freshman year there was love all year And all the bad stuff that goes along With being so new to something so scary Sophmore year there was more love With somebody different And the beginning of a horribly bad habit Junior year was finding true love And the lesson of losing it This year...Getting over people I shouldn't Have cared so much about Renewing lost friendships And realizing what I knew along... I am so much stronger than the jocks... The preps and the cheerleaders... I'll forever be the girl with the Curly blond hair that played clarinet In the 3rd row while laughing way Too damn hard at the antics of the trombones
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Birth sign: Libra
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