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May 2015
Though others may rush into life as it comes,
You are not as old as you tell yourself.

And the questions they cast on your perpetual blank page,
Are merely words with a lilt at the end.

You will run.
You will learn.
You will be.
I am actually not dreading the future.
Michaela
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Michaela  25/F/California
(25/F/California)   
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