Friday, 2 December 2011

23

Another year older. 
Not much difference,
 but I'm not complaining.
The day I stop getting ID-ed will be the day it will sink in
 that age has caught up with me. But of course this day won't come because I will be screaming at the cashier to ID me nevertheless. 
For now I will pretend that I am still sweet 16.

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