"It Feels Weird To Know That A Decade Has Passed, That We're Saying Goodbye To 10 Years Of Our Life Just
"It feels weird to know that a decade has passed, that we're saying goodbye to 10 years of our life just like that. But it isn't really goodbye, isn't it? I like to think so. But maybe that's just the child in me that's talking. The child in me that's not yet ready to let go of her childhood so easily..."
— New Decade feels
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