like a zoned out, one track mind
playing worries over && over again
deep, distant eyes stare over everything that
nineteen years as collected
scattered among empty to half filled cardboard boxes
none of it means anything right now
but stress, anxiety...
reminders of how little time I have until my world is...
turned upside down
will I get a job
will I be too out of place
will I get too homesick
will I be okay...




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