My schooling days are soon to end.
Together with my fellow 94' comrades.
We fought through years and years of formal education.
We ran, we fell, we stand up strong as ever.
Soon to end our morning greetings with husky voices still asleep.
The non stop chatters through out the day.
The stories we write , the history we make.
The laughters that echo through the hallway.
Soon to end, the giggles and gossips.
The story of the one who fell for another.
The romance novel left unwritten by love birds that became angry birds.
The future ponders who is next.
Soon to end, the bond between acquaintances.
The string of time and joy that ties us together.
To not end I pray,
The making of memories in time to come.
The strengthening of close bond build by time.
The young passion of dreams and goals.
The heart of joy and love.
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