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Young cheery faces fill the path,
Their happy shouts filling the air,
Bight gold shirts and dark blue shorts,
Surrounding the fence,
Eagerly waiting for the faces of friends.
Seven years of memories floating past.
Six more steps up the hill,
The cheery faces, now serious and full of angst.
Bright uniforms now dull,
Shades of grey and light blue.
Shouts now lost around the buildings.
Lessons start at nine and finish at three twenty-five.
Six steps back down the hill,
Trusted faces, happy smiles.
The innocent minds still choosing whom to trust.
Six steps back up the hill,
Faces turned to frowns, hiding all sorts of secrets.
Still not sure whom to trust.
Six more steps back down the hill,
Wanting to stay there forever.
Not wanting to grow up.
Carefree, worry free, everything is great.
Their happy shouts filling the air,
Bight gold shirts and dark blue shorts,
Surrounding the fence,
Eagerly waiting for the faces of friends.
Seven years of memories floating past.
Six more steps up the hill,
The cheery faces, now serious and full of angst.
Bright uniforms now dull,
Shades of grey and light blue.
Shouts now lost around the buildings.
Lessons start at nine and finish at three twenty-five.
Six steps back down the hill,
Trusted faces, happy smiles.
The innocent minds still choosing whom to trust.
Six steps back up the hill,
Faces turned to frowns, hiding all sorts of secrets.
Still not sure whom to trust.
Six more steps back down the hill,
Wanting to stay there forever.
Not wanting to grow up.
Carefree, worry free, everything is great.
Yeah, I'm in a weird mood... Well more or less I feel like shit 
I started thinking this "poem" if it can be dared called that on the way home from school. As my High School, is just up the hill from the primary school I went to.
And I felt like shit leaving school, but as I slowly walked down the hill, the cheery faces of the youngins who now go there made me well happyish. I actually stopped by to talk to some of my old teachers.
And after walking out of the primary school I felt betterish.
I wanna go back there
Everything is so carefree and nobody gives a shit about what you do
Damnit! 7 years of memories flying through my head God damnit, I hate my memory >:{
Lol, I'm in a poem writing mood, so yeah ummm bare with me if you can.
I started thinking this "poem" if it can be dared called that on the way home from school. As my High School, is just up the hill from the primary school I went to.
And I felt like shit leaving school, but as I slowly walked down the hill, the cheery faces of the youngins who now go there made me well happyish. I actually stopped by to talk to some of my old teachers.
And after walking out of the primary school I felt betterish.
I wanna go back there
Everything is so carefree and nobody gives a shit about what you do Damnit! 7 years of memories flying through my head
God damnit, I hate my memory >:{Lol, I'm in a poem writing mood, so yeah ummm bare with me if you can.
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yeah...in high school I guess it is every man (or woman!) for himself (or herself!), but maybe that's just me... well it will be next year anyway.