So… I’m down to my last semester. I’ve never imagined I’ll be standing at the crossroads, reminiscing. Like a bonsai I’ve twisted and bent, been trimmed and cut. Sometimes these cuts go unnoticed. Sometimes they hurt a hell lot. Surely, they made me grow.
I’m starting to pen my last but most important submission. 648 words in, I couldn’t help but be
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