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There is a sence of security in high school.
You believe in only what you see.
Our minds so naive to believe that nothing outside these halls could possibly be.
But its a reality that we are soon faced with, as the forth person this year leaves us for a spot six feet under.
Stripping us of all unreal emotions.
We can only linger on the sense that what has been heard is not what has happened.
That its too sad to be.
But thats the reality we face today. Nothing is guaranteed.
As we walk in the hallways, memories of that single person beign to fade.
That vacated spot, gone. And eventually, replaced.