On your 17th birthday, you are supposed to have your rebirth.
Your rebirth is really what I call your death.
You lose your sixteen-years-worth of a lifetime; memories and possibly your own identity.
Your clean slate year, 17 is supposed to be better than the previous year, 16.
What happens when plans don't go as planned?
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