Zweibrucken American High School - Saga Yearbook (Zweibrucken, Germany)

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Honest Reggie it was an accident! Sometimes Just Friends' Means Something M ore. Just Having Someone To Talk To Togetherness is a happier Word than loneliness. So 1et's build a togetherness Together. Twenty- five more hours before he's leaving me, But not forever. I love him so, and he loves me, So we will always be together in our hearts, And Wait for the time to come when We can say I-Iello forever. Lines from the bathroom wall J

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We're high, on top of the World Depressed! The World is why. Why must the clouds be so gray? We're stoned! lt's dark and lonely. The World is spinning, round and round it goes. Nobody knows how far We'll go. People coming from everywhere. Colors spinning around us. We're happy this way. lt's cold outside. Cold is the World, but we're hot with anger. Nobody cares anymore. They've forgotten us. Don't Want to listen. Se we dress differently, think differently. Why treat us so? We protest to make you notice us, But you arrest us. by Pat Picket