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1,2,3,4,5....24.
How time flies. Tic-Tok goes the clock.
Never stopping, never waiting.
Two decades and four years, that is how long I've been alive.
I've lived 12 whole years...twice.
Who was I at the age of twelve?
Did I even know who Taiwo was then?
I was in JS 3, a very awkward and reserved girl. I had a lot of joy and nothing much bothered me. I didn't have responsibilities to worry about.

I only had to pass my exams and my mother would be impressed. I enjoyed the company of family. 
How simple life was then, at twelve.
Now I've lived twice that now and I've discovered now that there was more beyond life than secondary school.

You know I used to be afraid of growing up. 
One, because I didn't think I could survive as an adult because of my reserved nature.
I felt like I was too timid to be shouldered with important responsibilities. But here I am now.
Would you be proud, 12 yr old me?
I think you would. I think Mummy would, I think Daddy would.
And I hope my brothers and sister are.
My twin.
Happy birthday Kenny. You are the best twin I never would have even thought to ask for.
Let's keep souring high together, you know the stars are merely our beginning.
So let's shine on, together.

WE ARE LIGHT.
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Taiwolilly🌼♥

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