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i can't see far enough into the future to know as whether i should be scared or excited, but i do know, and i do believe, life is what you make it. i'll make it good. i'll make it exciting. i'll take these hurdles and i'll give em hell. i'll fight all the way. i'll think of tomorrow with tenacity in optomism. i'm thinking about portland and i'm thinking with my fist pressed against my head. i've been given more time but here at the library it's expired.