Late night texts with friends
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Last published Mon, Sep 12, 2016
Sometimes society thinks teens are to self absorbed or stupid or that we are rude but during late night chats with our friends we get deep when we're at our lowest we help each other we love each other and even when you want to kill yourself you'd rather stay alive to be there for your best friend even when your family hates you and your friends are far and wide
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