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The questions come in almost everyday, What I'm i gonna do?Where will I go? How can I do it? All these thoughts, all the answers have come to mind but how will I start? Highschool is almost over, the real world quickly approaches. Soon i am on my own physically, but there's always someone to help me when i fall. I'm trapped in a situation and inorder to get out i have to go further into the mess. I'm not exactly scared anymore- just nervous. How will it affect me later in life? Will i despise the people i care about- or destroy them completly? How can i solve something i know nothing about? Yet people are getting hurt when i look lost or ask what they're talking about. Are they there to deceive me? I cant exactly say how i feel. The words get mixed up, comes out wrong.
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