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Year 18

Year 18, a year I won’t regret.

I look out into my dreams and they show me a life that I’ll never forget.

It was the dream of destiny, where accolades and achievements surround me.

That life sounds enticing, but what would it be if I never fell in love and started a family.

I’m living in Year 18, and will live my dream for many years to come and it’s a dream that must be seen.

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