sometimes, i miss high school. i miss danielle and all of the good times we had. i miss seeing everyone that is familiar and that i've grown up with. i was naive and innocent then. who are these new people that invade my life? i don't know them. they don't know me. everyone i ever knew is growing up. old enough to drive, old enough to drink
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