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Crying and Confessions
I've never really fitted in with any crowd. I'm eccentric and spontaneous, yet also shy. When I joined secondary school I thought I'd found the few people in the world similar to me, I thought I'd found friends.
I was wrong.
I guess we were fine for about two-years, having fun, acting like we were three years younger than we were. It was a good life.
We were always the outcasts, weird and slightly nerdy. Immature.
But something happened to me, something unexpected.
I grew up.
I left them behind, as I wanted to go shopping for shoes, they wanted to play D
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