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The ripe old age of 25 where I'm supposed to be alive and prospering. But instead, it is an uphill climb to those two digits which seem so high that I cannot reach. Because there is a whisper- screaming- in the back of my head saying that nothing's ahead and what is scarier than nothing at all?
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
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The ripe old age of 25 where I'm supposed to be alive and prospering. But instead, it is an uphill climb to those two digits which seem so high that I cannot reach. Because there is a whisper- screaming- in the back of my head saying that nothing's ahead and what is scarier than nothing at all?
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Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
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