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The money that’s left in my bank account wouldn’t buy a small stuffed animal red-tagged, discounted, at a garage sale. I never believed I would be more terrified than the time I truly believed I could fly I split my lip open in a creek, you can still see the scar when I smile. So, I’d like to confront the person who once told me "Life gets less adventurous and dangerous as you grow up" because that was clearly the biggest lie next to being told that high school would be remembered as the best years of my lif
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
The Child I Was Seemed To Be Far More Fearless Than The Adult I Became
The money that’s left in my bank account wouldn’t buy a small stuffed animal red-tagged, discounted, at a garage sale. I never believed I would be more terrified than the time I truly believed I could fly I split my lip open in a creek, you can still see the scar when I smile. So, I’d like to confront the person who once told me "Life gets less adventurous and dangerous as you grow up" because that was clearly the biggest lie next to being told that high school would be remembered as the best years of my lif
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
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