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Feb 2020
I don’t know why but
I feel I’m always up at these late hours
deeply thinking
as I stare into the black abyss of my room
my mind is at rest but also at work
random thoughts seem to flood
will my semester be good?
will I make them proud?
will I achieve my goals?
will I be okay in the end?
questions upon questions
my inner thoughts
coming out in the dark
composed of thoughts of a college freshman during winter break
#am
Written by
rhionna
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