Old Places

Knots form in the pit of my stomach, where butterflies flutter freely.
What if they don’t like me?
My stomach drops four floors, like a broken elevator.
What if I don’t fit in?
My heart thumps, as if it were about to fall out of my chest.
How will I survive?
Scattered thoughts crowd my mind.
Fantasies of all that could go wrong invade my dreams.
Why is this time so different?
Why do I feel so afraid?
I know this place like the back of my hand.
Why does it seem so strange?

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