Drama
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So, waaayyy back over summer break, I heard about some drama between my friends, but I wasn't involved. Here's what I had to say:
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"My point of view about what's happened these last couple weeks. I feel that much of a teenager's life is spent seeking drama, seeking attention from others in the wrong way that can and will lead to conflict. What we've seen here shows that. I hope that this will continue to serve as an encouragement to those going through drama, and a warning to those who aren't. This is a very real thing, and it can only be combatted if we recognize and stop it before fights break out. Stay Alive |-/."
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