9th Grade

The moment you don't feel like a kid anymore is bone rattling. For me it happened in 9th grade on a friday night. I couldn't breathe I felt like a fat man was sitting on my chest. It was the moment I realized life wasn't as perfect as I thought it was. This was the night I no longer saw color. 

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