I picked myself up today, packed minimally, and left for a city far away, some place I've never really been. I'm under a foreign roof, under a foreign sky, depending on others, under the mercy of God.
Is there a God? Does he care? Is there a plan? Did he orchestrate this, why? Will I survive?
I woke up, filled with doom
I cleared out, left my room
I walked out, full of gloom
I hope not, to my tomb
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