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I spent the weekend with friends from high school that I hadn't seen for nearly three years. It's a comforting thing when your best friends are still your best friends. We still laughed at the same old jokes, smiled at each other with the same loyalty, and talked about our life goals with the same amount of confidence. 

And then we heard the sad stories about everyone who was left behind.

I knew all the decisions that I had made back then were impactful, but now I really understand it. 

I pray for the ones less fortunate than I, and the ones still discovering their dreams. 

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