Crossroads
College, parents, music, love and drugs
Constantly making choices, and some days I just don't want to grow up.
Remembering how carefree I felt just a few years back
Crescendoing daily with no time to react.
Where do I go what direction do I turn?
Feeling numb. Out of control.
Unsure if I am prepared, for this thing called, the Rest of my life.
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