Being 19 Means…

… Clinging to that shiny, indestructible I-know-everything 18-year-old swagger …

And watching that gray moss crawl up your leg — the 20-year-old knowledge that you don’t know shit.

What an awkward age. I think I’ll stop pretending now.
Wanna join me?

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