Word Vomit

I feel like I am standing on the edge of a cubicle world 

And the timeline of civilization is running under my toes like a movie 

And when graduation comes into the frame 

It only reads "up to you"

"Up to you"

And I think that's what scares me most 

No matter how my life turns out it will always be only my fault and nobody else's

And that kind of pressure is enough to make the world turn round again 

The only thing about round

Is it never starts or stops 

Which means lots of time for decisions 

Lots of time for revisions 

Time is a one way deal 

And once you give it away you can never take it back

I'd say I spent my savings well on the past few years 

I'd say I made an investment 

I wouldn't trade the people 

The dances

The teachers

The classes 

Anything 

I wouldn't even trade it for a beard like Kyle and a mind like Anis 

Because sure writing is great 

And it's always there when you need it 

But the acting of the stories you tell are what really matter 

The adventures and monotonous Netflix marathons 

Whatever you do 

Do it well

And with a purpose 

Act deliberately 

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I hope at least one of you will miss me as bad as I'll miss all of you

I hope I helped at least one person

I hope