My life has its odds and ends. This year, its an odd, and hopefully not an end. I'll be 23 on Friday, and the mere thought of leaving the safety and comfort of 22 is paralyzing. Its my sweet supple nipple of my known existence ripped from my all too complacent hands. And thus is how I explain birthdays
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