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How could one finish so easily? Yet never remember how they started it? Remember when you first walked and felt nothing but pure fear as you treaded within the land you called home? Remember when those years with your parents went by fast? Can't remember? Let me do so. We grow, feeling the vibrations of blood pulse around our bodies, even after we die. Our bodies never tethering from the fact that no matter what, blood runs faster than water. We can't stray away from the fact that a new year brings on old and new beginnings. Old memories tugging at the strings of your soul, clasping on the veins which help your heart pound. We'd forget that the things we take for granted are the things we were born with. Those faces we alter? Ours. Those tears we weep? Ours. That sharp pain in your heart which lunges up your throat and drops back down to the pit of our stomach? Ours. It'll always us to do so. Live within the ways we were taught. Breathe the patterns of life. Love the way your parents taught you. Care how you shielded your siblings from the worst. New year, new me? I'll always be me. No shine to it.
