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When I was a wee little 8th grader, I was so excited for highschool. I was ready for the next step in life. But now that Im older, I know that I couldnt have been more wrong. The summer after that 8th grade year, I lost everyone I had loved. Including myself. I was then thrown into this huge whirlwind of teen agnst and juuls pods. Im supposedly experiencing the best years of my life. But how am I supposed to experience life When by now, Im barely alive?
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC
a story for you.
When I was a wee little 8th grader, I was so excited for highschool. I was ready for the next step in life. But now that Im older, I know that I couldnt have been more wrong. The summer after that 8th grade year, I lost everyone I had loved. Including myself. I was then thrown into this huge whirlwind of teen agnst and juuls pods. Im supposedly experiencing the best years of my life. But how am I supposed to experience life When by now, Im barely alive?
Life is tough stuff guys
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 1:58 AM UTC
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