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Good Ol' St. A's
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School Though this place was strict,
It was still home to me for nine years.
It was strict like a mother is,
Tough, but for your own good.
I learned many life skills.
Things all children should know.
Pure thoughts and intentions,
These things are what I'll need later.
My faith came into play.
I strengthened it with others.
I made great friends.
Some that I still have.
I learned to love this place.
This place that felt like a prison at the time.
And now I know,
There is no way I'll ever forget the memories.
But now my brain must snap back to reality.
I must face the fact,
That I've moved on.
