19.
The age of confusion.
The age of rebellion.
The age of Freedom.
One year to be 20. Another two years before reaching adulthood.
I guess every birthday is the same: listening to the constant comparison of parents, singing the same cliche birthday song, and importantly, grieving for the things I have lost.
Maybe it is a good thing after all.
Being 19 is the start of something new.
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