end of school blues, leaving for the airport, start of summer sunset, end of summer blues: part 1

someone told me to write down "you are __" every time you are scared. i think i may start. Update: im starting to become the type of person that i look up to. and so the summer ends with no new answers, just a new perspective on the same old questions. time marches on, and i dance to its beat.

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