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.
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