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Jan 13
I feel like that even if I am a child I still can make an impact; my naivete could be a learning experience.  I dream to be young and wise yet know I'm doomed to be foolish and old.  I can't stop thinking about my foolish love, my puberty, and my raging hormones. I wish I was an adult yet dream to be a child.  I want to be impressionable for the rest of my life, but that's not how it works.
And I never feel normal
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Matthew  14/Earth
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