Silently, that clock ticks.
Beneath the surface, society fuels the pressure and reminds you every day of the need to be at a certain height and achieve a certain feat at a certain time of your life.
Well, for some, they are the lucky ones. They are celebrated first while others tag along but still the clock ticks. Menopause is the natural pressure on a girl child, a subconscious reminder to get married before 30, cut down on certain chase, and accept her fate.
Interestingly, one clock ticks for us all gender regardless, drawing us towards the end. Again some are mourned for first while others celebrate life, yet subconsciously awaiting the end.
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