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13 Years
468 Weeks.
2340 Days.
16380 Hours.
982800 Minutes.
58968000 Seconds.
All that time spent
learning on how to excel in life
and yet it feels like I learned nothing.
Maybe the real learning begins later.
Once you step out into the world.
23 hrs have passed since
I took my final steps
in that horrid school
and I've already
learned so much.
I learned how
much I'm going
to miss you,
my friend.
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I really liked this piece reminds of a movie quote first you hate these walls then you come to depend on them. i think the guy in this story is begining to realize how life is after school and he has come to miss the thing he once wished to be over. Very nice my man.Very nice indeed.
