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It Is Still Summer
It is still summer. Not fall.
Call me stubborn, but I refuse to forget. I choose to remember.
I remember riding the train, speeding past hills that glowed yellow from the sun.
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Teenager
Maybe being a
teenager is just a con
stant state of panic.
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Loves
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18 days, 14 hours, and 53 minutes
I saw a photo of myself from freshman year
I didn’t love how I looked, cringed at it—a knee-jerk reaction to my ugly, green shoelaces—but not necessarily just because of my physical appearance
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