As adolescents, we feel like the outcast bug in a colony of ant eaters. Surprised with the bomb of time and explosions without warning, our ever changing hopes for the unsure future have us scribbling on the blank page that is our life.
But we don't get cheat sheets on growing or maturing. Every day we look for ourselves in the mirror, trying to find the owner of our life. Trying to balance on our tightrope of a journey, not knowing whether there is a net underneath or not.
Because that's the way it was always meant to be. And the way it will continue to be.
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