Whatever. Lame. Grow Up. I am Growing Up. New Friends. No Place. Where did everybody go? Swimming in and out. I feel like....seaweed. Everyone swimms around me. I don't get to be part of the spool. I just watch, wishing to be a fish again. Staring, through glass-platted eyes. I must be growing up, I must not be any fun. I must not seem worthy.
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