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Dear Exchange, You’re a blessing You’re a disaster I feel lost Yet, I feel like I’ve just been found
If you know me by my presence, You know me by my appearance. If you know me by appearance, You probably don't know about my absence. If you know me by my absence, You don't know my reason.
Change. Everyone wants it. Even me. But then I think about what I must exchange, In order for my change to be.   I don’t want any hate, But if everyone can only love,
Stepping off of the plane, I wondered what exactly I had gotten myself into. Fighting the language barrier, I stood frozen, in the seemingly jumbled discombobulation of people and suitcases.
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