My Next Four Years
I walk in the doors afraid
Its the first year and I will be here for the next four years
I smile when I see my friends
When really I should be saying get me out of here I am afraid
When I see all those faces telling me welcome and ask how I am doing everything gets better
Now I am loving it and don't ever want to leave but know I have to
Hoping that I will not loose any friends that I have made
I will work hard to keep them and thats for sure.
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