Dear '19,
The clock's striking 12, it's officially the end of this December and this 18, like any other year passed by and then you fell, like a new born wish from the darkness of thoughts that lie like unnoticed stars in the day sky.
Welcome dear, to the twenty-first family. You're too, but a moment now but then you'll grow into a beautiful yellowish blue light as if the dying flame of twenty-first's last year of teenage.
You're new here, a bit lost of your identity and a person can hardly distinguish you from 18, but trust me you're not 18, you're not any other year of the century. You're of your kind, the last flame, the last year of teenage.
On the occasion of your landing on my life and many others, I wish you all the craziness, lots of adventures, random impulsive decisions, happiness, tears, emotional outbursts, noisy laughs, a few acnes, best years' glow, lots of things you've never done before, I wish you lots of random and unknown places, weird and beautiful moments.
Live it, love it, throw it, adore it, smash it, crash it, but never ever let go a single moment that you've got. That's all.
Come, reign me like none ever had!
Love,
You-know-who...!
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