Wedge
My senior year of high school was extremely chaotic. I was running around in a daze every day. Many people worried about me and warned me that I was a senior in high school, but I didn't care. I am so casual, even in the most stressful moments, I still go my own way and never tire of it. Thinking about it now, that period of time seemed as unreal as a dream. There was a dense mist in the sky, making it impossible for people outside the fog to see through, enter, or penetrate. There is only me and my vibrant youth inside.
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