Is it just me or does the yearbook hold a certain air of finality about it?
Holding the book in my hands makes me realize how quickly our time here is running out. Did I make the best of it? Am I making the best of it? I feel like I'm barreling towards graduation without really knowing what it is I'm truly encountering. Perhaps a beast I know I won't be able to overcome. I don't want this to end right now, but what can I do? This is too much for me. ):
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