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Eighteen candles flicker bright, a crown I don't quite want to wear. The countdown whispers through the night, stealing childhood, soft and fair. Crayon castles, dreams of flight, now textbooks, tests, an adult fair. Will laughter fade in fading light? Can I hold on to what I share? With fireflies and scraped up knees, the fort we built beneath the eaves, the echo of a world at ease, where make-believe could stay and weave its magic through these coming years. I search for wishes yet unseen, to chase away these future fears and hold on to the evergreen, a secret language safe from tears. The person you've called has just turned eighteen. Please leave a message and your call will be returned as soon as possible.