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What's wrong with being a kid...You'l grow up old and you will wish ure childhood back,No more Santa,no More Easter Bunny, NO MORE NOTHING....
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Quite true. As you age, Santa stops getting your back and the Easter bunny stops being a mad playa. Yet on the cusp of adulthood, the whole world opens up beneath you like a great crystal ball of fuck; you see new horizons in your life and the endless chances and possibilities slowly crack their way through your juvenile armor. Suddenly anything and everything bursts into your life and nothing can stop you if you chase your dreams like a dream fuckler. To be an adult is to be a powerful, decision making machine. No more games, now it's
for real.