Who can always remember the friendship of the past? When we are all old, who will be in our hearts?
It seems that nothing has changed, but the age of eighteen has been left behind, and at this moment of approaching peace.
It has been a long time since I finished writing the by-product of my depressed senior year in high school. Now I am typing it out just to avoid a pitfall. I feel that I was really depressed at that time!
You may feel nauseated while watching, so proceed with caution!!!
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