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No matter the escapes, your bludgeoning words are all I hear.
Though fragmented replay, the message remains whole.

I am fighting, struggling to not let you all down.

Twenty-two.

Today, I am 22. I feel like during the time I was 21, I was at my peak. Turning 22, I realize there's just another gargantuan mountain that I have to climb.

Driving speed limit.

Parting ways with my friend David a little after 10 at night, I walked towards my mom's '91 silver Accord. We had just watched Inglourious Basterds. It was okay. Instead of taking the freeway back home, I decided to take the long way and drive through the streets. It had been such a long time since I rode through those streets. I wanted to take my time, and actually drive according to speed limit. I drove through my middle school and high school. I drove past where my first girlfriend used to live. I drove by my grandparents' house. I drove home.