Maybe I want to take back what I said about fireworks.
Maybe they do exist.
Maybe they’re different for everyone.
Maybe I’m scared to believe they don’t exist: I will be all that’s left.
Maybe I want to agree with Matt, about the stories I’m not in.
Maybe I’m scared that I don’t care as much as I want to.
Maybe I don’t really believe post-grad life is glorious, too.
Maybe I’m scared that it can be more glorious than college life.
Maybe I’m using the word “maybe” because I’m just too scared to choose.
Intriguing:
throwing out my maybe’s
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