On Monday, forgot to say, the first summer rain descended. Intermingling with the sweet smell of freshly cut grass, its pollen floating in the wind, is the ozone from a nearby thunderstorm. 

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It shoots you up into a memory far away, reminiscing of days spent carefree running around fields with gigantic smiles plastered on your face. You never spent those days anxiously wondering what would come next. You Lived. 

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For better, or for worse, along with the wishes of people around, you happily agreed to pursue the path laid out in front of you. Then comes freedom and the curse of lost opportunities, you are now to blame for who you will become.