Fears

January 11, 2016

Back to school or back to black?

Back to sleepless nights and diminishing mentality.

Having to take classes I despise.

Wishing I could make my own degree plan from scratch.

Always wondering what the future holds as graduation nears.

So I go back to black and keep in all my fears.

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