Fear. Change. Future.




There is a change.

All I can do is think about the change.

It is on my mind all of the time.

I wonder if it will be worth my time.

They tell me my future depends on it.

But this fear is the only thing I feel I will get out of it.

Now it is my time to grow.

But this fear is still here.

No matter what, still near.

But there is one thing I keep in my mind all this time.

My future, will be dear.

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