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At 18 I chose how my life would go down

I picked a school

I picked a career

and told myself

I'd marry someone in that town.

At 21 I switched it all up

I changed my major

I quit my job

and told myself

I'd marry a real grown up.

But I'm a few months away.

I'll have a degree

I'll have a man

and I'm telling myself

life has become a Monet.

But it all still feels like

the life I chose at 18

when that isn't me.

I'd rather go on strike.

I'd rather take a hike.

But for now I'll settle

for another long night

driving on the turnpike.

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