In being born, I was commissioned to occupy this space.
To develop this personality, to commit to a future that I cannot yet comprehend or describe.
Twenty-five years of living and I have yet begun to live.
What happens now?
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Here's to your new found "quarter life crisis" *cheers!*
Cheers. There's nothing "new-found" about it, though.
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