One day it happens, bags appear under your eyes. Your tits grow southward to your shoes and beyond and bedtimes start to be earlier.
NO your mind cries. I'm not done...I have miles to go before I sleep...Then do it.
All those things you never had time for before. Be the wonder that keeps the stars apart. Write your story.
Make it about YOU
Be thankful for the life you have. It is only over if you want it to be.
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