Becoming an Adult

Weeks and months and years

They say it all goes by so fast

But not when you’re waiting for something

Anticipating a day so far in the future, it seems like forever

What happens when that day comes?

What do we do then?

I don’t know everything

I barely know anything

How will we survive?

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