Walls suround me on all four sides. The air is getting thinner, and harder to breathe. My throat is dry, the light grows dimmer. Sometimes this is where I fing myself. In a place where I am trapped, with nothing to do but dream about what could be, only to wake up and find that it's not. Disapointment looms in the air, and lonliness, utter lonliness finds me and leaves me numb, in an ugly world without promise.
"Has every teenager felt this way?" -Hannah Johnson
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