The Fuzz.

Faith Augustino
Sep 4, 2018 · 3 min read

Remember when you were little and everyone used to say to you “don’t be too quick to grow up. Being young doesn’t last forever but being an adult does” Do you remember how you used to laugh at that? brushed it off like a fuzz on your shoulder, but next thing you know, that became the hardest fuzz to brush off, the heaviest one. The one that would just not ever leave your shoulder. I’m here to tell you. Do not waste a moment. This year has been one I have realized, left me with a fuzz. Not an easy one to get rid of. One that weighs more than the eye can tell. I think about it daily. Some, more than others. Its annoying, and sometimes so…

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