Damn. When I was a kid, I never imagined myself reaching the age of 19. I didn’t think I would die at 16. I just thought I’d stop aging at 16. Sixteen seems like the right age. I have no idea why. But nineteen? Damn. That is the last of the “teen” years. I still feel the same though. Like nothing has changed. Although lately, I kind of feel lost about life. I’m not so sure where I’m going. Well, I’m 19. I probably should start figuring things out instead of just putting them aside.

(c) The Maine

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