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Apr 1
I should be excited
yet I feel the unwavering fear
the thing I dread the most
the unknown

Count down the days
swift and sweet
say hi to family
as I move after they leave

perhaps this will let my mind expand
maybe my mind will collapse
I find the items
to let my stories grow

who knows how the ink will turn
or will it be another page instead

Count them down
3, 2, 1,
all pointing
directly to
the Unknown
Writing of the Unknown
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