Seems like it was only yesterday, when I spoke my first words. When I was left-handed. When I had grey eyes. When the only tension was if my favourite flavour wasn't available at the ice-cream parlor. When aims were so high.
As I stand in front of the mirror today, I am right-handed. I have brown eyes. There are so many things to be worried about. Every second life has more complexities to offer. Every second I tell myself to be strong.
Seems like it was only yesterday, when moving on seemed impossible, now moving on is like an everyday game.
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