It's just how I feel now, I'm 18 years old. We have grown up within ourselves, but have we really grown up? I think we are still children in the eyes of adults and still have no right to choose. I only use this article to commemorate our days and thoughts during this storm. N years later, when I opened the drawer of memory again, I found that I had felt it so clearly. Send this document to my fellow sufferers! Dedicated to 18-year-old friends!
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