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18

I just turned eighteen, with faces of hidden perfectionism surfacing. All the streets are the same, what are the chances of winning? Its just the epitome of survival to get through. Sighing annually in bid of anticipation that something melodic will, at least, strike my eardrum. Comparing every birthday might not be a good standard of practice. The night starts here..searching for my identity and seeking solitude.

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