highschool

High-school is like a soapy bubble you cast
on a beautiful Spring day. It's shiny, perfect
and a fun activity. Then it explodes. If you're
keen enough after its destruction, you'll enjoy
the beautiful Spring day surrounding you
(i.e. the rest of your life)... not that being
grown up is all that and a bag of debt,
er I mean, chips either.

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