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My God, amazing how we got this far

It's like we're chasing all those stars; Who's driving shiny big black cars
One Republic, Secrets

On this day, when I turn 20 (gag. Old. Maid. Old Maid.), I think of the dreams I had, I have, I will have. Imagine myself accomplishing those I can, reflect on those I gave up on. Can't help being depressed the whole day thinking of the dreams my mom and dad had when they were 20. The ones they could never complete. Did they really see themselves here twenty years ago? How many of those did they give up on because of the times they were born in? What happened to the ones that drifted away when they started our family?
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