At that age, I was already everything that I would grow up to be.
I was a philosopher; I questioned my existence, questioned the existence of the world.
I wasn't an adventurer; I lived comfortably in the box that was set out for me.
I was a dreamer; I dreamed of being an artist, a dancer, a singer... I dreamed of being in love.
It's funny how much a person can change... and yet still remain fundamentally the same.
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