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Growing old isnt something that happens to most people within the span of a week. I'd imagine it takes months, years. But I feel it. With each passing day, I'm becoming something I never had the desire to become. Shedding familiar dreams, accepting attainable goals and sensible accomplishments. I'm frightened. Profoundly so. I become more comfortable every day, and yet I feel as if I'm betraying some innate part of my self.
Frightening.
Frightening.