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Your Only 24th Birthday The bulb flashes. Catches you in mid-air as you tumble off the table. Balloons, streamers, people yelling, music pounding, but nothing seems too loud for you. Nothing seems too bright. Everything just seems a little fast. Youíre spinning, but even when you stop the room still keeps swirling. People chat about nothing (they think itís something but really just completely absolutely empty (devoid of any thought or depth)). Things start to blur a little, then more. Ripples in the toilet water, then just before the darkness you know is coming hits, you pray not to have to turn 25 or hell, to even wake up again.
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