My childhood ends in 65 days.
In 65 days,
Everyone I've grown close with
And everyone who I've been distant of
Will be their own person.
In 65 days,
I might talk to certain people
For the very last time
And I won't even know it.
In 65 days,
I will be hitting a milestone,
I once thought was light years away
Without two of my friends
Who I thought would be there with me.
In 65 days,
I must decide my future.
In 65 days,
Doors will slam shut
On a past
That is finally complete.
In 65 days,
I step into my future
And there is no turning back.
I have 65 days,
And I need to make the most of it.
-m.
