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Apr 2019
I turned 16 the other day.

There's nothing much different,

yet here I am,

a year older, a year closer to death...

a year closer to living the life that I  want.

A year closer to making the change for the better.

A year closer to getting better.
Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't.
Ephemeral Oblivion
Written by
Ephemeral Oblivion  20/F/Lost in Nowhere
(20/F/Lost in Nowhere)   
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   Colm
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