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It's always that same monotonous cycle. Get up, take a shower, contemplate what to wear, and go to school. At school
I see the same masks everyday, the same forced smiles, the same conformity, everyone in their niche. God forbid they be alone.
Why, that would just be horrible wouldn't it?! Between those times, everyone has to be someone, weather it be a gangsta that
doesn't know himself, a genius that can't find time to know himself, or a non-conformist who tries to hard to know himself.
Even the strongest souls die in despair if they have no one to re-assure them that they are needed...
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