From dreading Death to the first breath of Spring air, I had an existential crisis, questioned my Mortality, and had to grow up. I surrounded myself with Peter Pan books, only to not read them. My anxiety skyrocketed toward the moon. And I found a circus full of ghosts. However, I've also seen euphoric clouds and constellations. From fictional tadpoles to pink glowsticks, I've seen it all-in my head. I've also created fictional people; Betty, Sam,...
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