January 28, 2010
My future roaring at me,
So unknown,
So many possibilities,
Him or him,
This or that,
Then or when,
Flow through me,
It could be unforgiving,
It will be hard,
Flying out of the nest,
Maybe crashing,
Hoping for love,
Seeing stars,
And holding onto parts of my childhood,
I can't let go of,
What makes up my future?
Living each second,
Like the future doesn't exist,
Because it still lies,

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