Young Blood
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sat, Feb 7, 2015
My mom always told me to live my life to the fullest.
She told me the blood pulsing through my veins is still young.
It's young blood.
Don't waste any second of your life.
Travel the world.
Meet interesting people.
Break hearts and get your heart broken.
In the end I should be able to say "I didn't waste any second of my life"
I was 18 when she told me that for the last time.
When she passed away ... when I lost my grip on life.
I had to promise her that I would live my life to the fullest.
And that's what I did... That's where my journey begun...
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