after all those purposeless years,now it's too hard
to write this much on the purpose of my life.
resumes, essay samples, forms to fill out,
people to keep nagging about reference letters,
deadlines to catch
when it's practically spring outside
and i feel like
those trees fooled by the fake spring
blooming early
without knowing they'll lose their blossoms
to the cunning winter.
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