Mourning Life

We were fit into a mold the second we were born. This mold is one that grows - think of it like the spray on shoes in Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. It stretches to keep fitting us as we grow, but it is a mold nonetheless. This mold is made up of rules [...]

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Now

Do you remember being fifteen and being consumed with the thought of getting your license? "If only I could drive!" was a phrase frequently spoken by you and your friends. Getting your license meant getting more freedom - one that you have been so unfairly deprived of. Then, you turn sixteen, and that license is [...]