Back to life.

Back to school.

Back to 3 am ice cream runs and coffee running through my veins. 

Back to word limits and pop quizes. 

Back to study groups that aren't really study groups.  

Back to living in old libraries.

Back to falling alseep during a Biology quiz. 

Back to crying because this student thing isn't as easy as you thought. 

Back to your best friend texting you to ask how you are during class.

Back to city lights rushing past you on a school night.

Back to living for the weekends, because who doesn't like a good day of binge-watching?

Back to smiles, pencils, papers, and learning.

Back to life.

This poem is about: 
Me

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