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sometimes i like to look on photos of myself in different times of my age (between 1 and 2 years) and i gotta mention that even since January my face has matured a lot. it started to look even more tired even more experienced and it makes me curious because a lot of people dont get that many changes in literally a few months meanwhile i feel sometimes like i get to experience a year in a few months so many moments so many challanges infront of my face but, perhaps, all i got to do is to continue looking forward but this all isn't really to say that life is bad or anything but to say that times really begins to run out of my hands and it is one of a few things that amaze me to spectate silently how time flies away