In thirty seconds, forty-three minutes and thirteen hours I'll be older, a yea
r older
Ironic, thirteen hours till I'm thirteen.  And I won't just be a year older, I
ll be much older.
The difference between twelve and thirteen isn't  much, untill you add 
"-years-old."
and thirty seconds, forty-three minutes, thirteen hours and a year I'll be you
ng again, untill I turn sixteen.
Its true, you know, the how one aditional year can mean so little, change so m
uch.
Any five-year-old can tell you that, when you ask their age.\
They'll spread their fingers wide apart, holding up and open hand, proudly sho
wing they can count their age.
You hardly ever see a four-year-old do that.  They're younger to society, even
 though I think they're more mature than five-year-olds.
Oh well, I shouldn't care about them anyway, I
'm not a child I'm an adolencent.
Society has told me that, whispered in my ear "your not a kid anymore, in a ye
ar, you can go to reform school if you do somthing wrong!"
And then society gave me a razz that would do a seven-year-old proud.
If I move to Ohio tomorow, I can buy Jolt there.
Man I'm grown-up Now!!!!
c
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Nice.

This may be profound.  I'm too tired to know.

Gerund: you may be tired, but it is profound.

thanks!

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