teen years

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Eric Swearingen                                                        EARLY MORNING FOG   Walking to school in the morning, A day in fall where the fog devoured the streets
I can't be who you want, Believe me 'cause I've tried. Why can't I be who I want? Why must I change my mind?
In this society, the most troubling age in life, the worst part ever, the one we all hate to look back on and love to look back on with disdain, is romanticized.
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