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I'm 21, and aging quickly... 19 is that last year to breathe the sweet smell of youth into your lungs, looking backwards on a brief lifetime whilst still in the springtime of your life. Take some time to remember how you arrived at the present, where you think you'll be in the future, and why the past is receding more quickly than any of us would like. This is the best any of us can do on our nineteenth birthday - contemplate our mortality while making that leap into the great unknown.
PS. Or you could just party; it helps take care of that existential angst. Happy birthday Milkman!
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