Fourteen years of big dreams and twigged streams. Fourteen years of seeing coal-dark steams transform into white-bright gleams. Fourteen years of walking under the sun and it hasn't even begun. Sometimes, the light's too bright, sometimes, the grip's too tight, but everything will be alright, nobody will make it out.
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