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I'm an angsty teenager.

I don't know right from wrong.

I'm over-sad, or over-happy; over-emotional.

Oh-- yeah, this isn't some sort of poetry.

But, doesn't it look more poetic when I write once sentence per line?

Yes.

Or, no.

I lie, far much more than I should.

I've found simple way of leaving my past.

One, leaving my school.

That worked.

But this time, I'm stuck.

I could leave again, but then I have to explain why.

Why?

Why is one thing literally killing me?

I want to act it all out, the rest of my life.

I'll mock.

I'll just fake it.