Dear childhood,
You were too good to me.
I can't believe everything I've accomplished up to this date.
Especially in this last year; it feels like it all went too fast.
More age, more responsibility.
With all this change you can't forget where you came from and who you are.
Maturity is what you make of it.
18 and at ease.
Monday, December 6, 2010
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