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Tonight we'll dread the prospect of year 12

Be afraid of failing, of not being able to live up to expectations

and not achieving the mark we wanted.

We'll fall asleep at 3 in the morning, because our sleep patterns are screwed.

And because we're thinking of a past we won't have, and a future we don't want.

But we'll wake up, all those years ago.

So tiny, and so naive.

And ready to face the day once more.