Normative Trauma

Normative Trauma

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So surprise. More poetry! :0 This poem kinda drifts from my general dislike of how whiny we teens are, to encouragement to keep going despite how tough it can be. I wrote this months ago and finally figured out how to end it... I've been reading up on some developmental psych, and it was saying how adolescence is the most traumatic stage and stuff. And it was talking about normative influences that affect an entire group sooo yeah. Title.
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