Ready
The time is fast approaching, and I am not ready.
The time is almost heare, and I feel dizzy headed,
I have been working towards this all my life, and now that it's near,
I don't want it to come.
It's going to be so weird not being able to rely on you for everything,
My life will change as soon as I have that degree in my hand,
I feel like it will burn as I hold it.
But, I know that I've got to grow up, and you do too.
We will go through this together, and I am so relieved,
I feel that with you by my side, the world is not as scary.
The time is fast approaching, and I am a bit more ready.
With you by my side, I can take whatever the world throws at me.
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