Feet stomping up the stairs,
I look around and see new faces,
Tired, longing for more sleep,
Yet chatting away, catching up on,
Summer days.
Lugging my books to my locker,
I turn to see a familiar face.
"Hey how's it going?"
And we simply immerse ourselves in conversation,
Echoing through the halls,
Becoming a part of the building.
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