It's like everyone is moving forward,
but
I
am
staying
in
the
same
place.
Their minds sweep with their plans with maybe going off to some school or how they know what they are going to do forever.
I'm split, feet sprawled onto two cliffs as they pull away
slowly ticking off four months
this side? or this side? Pick a side, pick a side... what side???
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Help help help........... but everyone tells me I have enough time. You will figure it out, they say.
"It'll be interesting to see what you go into... very interesting"
You would do great here.... great things indeed.
I feel like harry potter when he's getting sorted, but the difference is between me and him is that no hat is picking what I do...
No hat picking a path for me to go down..
down...
down....
I have no escape from the future, and I'm going in blind.
We will see how long this foundation can hold
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