The Teens: They Call Us The Spoilt Generation
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"They call us the spoilt generation"
Is it so? Are we the spoilt generation?
Is it true we are dramatic? Immature?
But..... it's not true.....we have a lot in mind....it's like a puzzle in our minds
We don't know who we are sometimes, our head is a mess.
In the world teens are the most people with depression and anxiety but are not diagnosed and their problems are denied as "teenage problems".
This book has the things going on in a teenage mind, written by a teen.
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