Almost 1000 people
Arranged in rows
Shaking with anxiety, uncertainty
Waiting to be inducted into the ranks
Of millions of other faceless people
Some are even proud
They think it’s an accomplishment
Do they not know that this isn’t freedom
This is not the path that they would have chosen had they not been forcefully guided towards it
My name has been called
I take one step forward
Then another
My last steps of freedom
Of Individuality
Twenty steps more and I will be apart of the faceless blob
No more choices of my own
No more true opportunity
Before I realize it I’m in front of the crowd
Face to face with my superior
The time has come to turn in my dreams and settle for the disappointing, yet inevitable future
The man grasps my hand
“Congratulations” he says
“Here is your diploma”

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I don’t wanna grow up