Eve of Change

As I move once again

to a new state.

I hold on

to all the memories



I go

with a heavy heart

but hopeful spirits.


Now I say to myself,

what is done is done.

I now look to a bright future.


I hold myself to a high statandard,

staying strong for my family,

and being a role model for my siblings


Faced with the eve of change

I can easily adapt.

The aspect of an internal locus of control

is worthy of respect and admiration.


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