I would like to relive my 19th year of life.
Sure, I was uncertain about everything.
Sure, I hadn’t prepared for adult life.
Sure, I still had the warning of potential cirrhosis and death hanging over my head.
No, I had no keys to enter or exit my own home.
No, I had no driver’s license.
But… My grandma was alive. I miss her so much. Back in a time when those closest to me wouldn’t die.
So yeah, 19. After escaping the horror of high school (18) and before my grandma dropped dead in the house, and I ended up doing CPR on her… knowing she was already dead (20).
~J. Lyst
Hey, Miss J! 
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