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5 years old. I was five years old when I discovered I was extraordinary. I was five years old when I discovered what it truly meant to be original. I was myself and nobody changed or affected that. I was Jessica, smart, kind, and honest. But, I’m no longer five. I no longer believe in my extraordinary abilities. I no longer believe in myself and I constantly worry about who I truly am. I don’t really understand why I do this, but I do and I can’t change it. Five was eleven years ago. Five is now Sixteen. Sixteen is wiser and more defeated than five. Five is insightful and naive, daring and joyful, colorful and imaginative. Nothing can hold five back, everything is a work of art, the world its playground. Sixteen is stressed and tired, unable and unwilling, mindful of the future, but apathetic towards it. Sixteen is alone. Sixteen is confused and worried and Sixteen wishes to curl up in a ball and be Five again. But Five can never come back. Because Time killed Five.
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