Lost Stars
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Going to High school sucks. And for me, it double sucks. I used to know who I was, until the forest burned down one day, and I woke up blank. I used to belong. Thats what they tell me. But I changed. Everyday is blurry now and every noise is a fuzz that I ignore. From the corners of my vision I see his face. He keeps popping up. Who is he? Did I know him? It's all I care about now. He has to know the answers. He's watching me, but every time I try to get close, he disappears.
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