Autumn

Pumpkin Spice Lattes from the coffee shop down the corner

Warm, cozy sweaters

Old Polaroid cameras

Crisp leaves crunching beneath your feet.

It’s your first semester at college

And you’re ready to take on the world.

You’ve got this.

Nobody will ever know your past

Unless you let them in.

This poem is about: 
Me

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