where did the time go?
initial shock of the clocks
filled with doubt and joy
I’m Zoe, I’m 23, and I’m a writer, filmmaker, content creator, musician, & mental health advocate. I’m also an editor and graduate of Full Sail's Creative Writing BFA program as valedictorian.
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