18 is strange.
you’re grown,
but you’re not.
you’re sweet, but
you’re also cynical.
you graduated,
but you didn’t.
you go to work,
but you don’t.
you life your life, but
still try and figure out
what you’re even doing.
are you even an adult?
are you still a kid?
what do you do next?
where did your friends go?
do they still like you?
why do we move on
so quickly at that age?
will i see them again?
so many questions
get thrown at you.
18 is strange.
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