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PROGRESSION


Who am I?

My childhood has passed by

College in two years what, how did I get here?

Did I disappear?

I still feel like I’m twelve years old

Taken off that blindfold

Which lead me to reality

Now I have to choose a degree

So many options lead me to confusion

But one option brought me to a conclusion

A degree in health sounds about right

There needs to be foresight

However more specific

As a surgeon, is the sight of opening up another human horrific?

Finally saw a surgery right in front of my eyes

College used to just be a thought, time flies

It’s approaching me fast

I used to live in the past

Now I am thinking of the future

Possibly using a suture

 
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