poem abt 8th grade
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the light at the crossroads pt2
8th grade
the man making his way to hope
the hours of pain
the hours of stress
but the man takes me with himhe tells me its gonna be okay
and i calm my nerves
i make it the rest of the yearbut i miss
the laughs
the cries
the breakfast club
the drama of loveand with that
i sign off as an 8th grader
signing in as a freshmanthis is finneas,
signing out of middle school. -
@notsolocally-ghostface said in poem abt 8th grade:
the breakfast
The one thing I wonβt missπππΌ
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@7o2_an-a no the breakfast club is my morning friend group i sit with to eat thooo
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@notsolocally-ghostface
Oh okay I was bouta say who tf will miss middle school breakfast ππ -
this isnt symbolic of shit. hope health is down the street, and i walked with my principal otw to the bus lmao