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Saturday, January 24, 2009, 1:58 PM
Blinded
Somehow or rather, growing up seems to be very merciless. The world doesn't stop for you, and charges at you instead. With bated breath, I wait. For the courage to face it. For the wits to overcome it. For a miracle to be bestowed upon me.
And then, it all ends.
For I will always be me. Something more, nothing less.
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