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Day 408

I am the youngest and oldest I will ever be. As I look in the mirror, I see a face I know every intricacy of, every secret, yet I don't know who she'll be tomorrow. I try to enjoy my youth, but I still waste it. I am in the moment, yet I am out of it. I will look back on my teen year, but see nothing clearly.

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