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Sometimes I forget what its like to be a teenager.

Or maybe I don’t know what a teenager is. I don’t think I act like one. But then again I am not sure what I act like.

I think I’m personality-less. If that makes any sense.

I don’t know. Nevermind. I don’t know what I’m talking about.

I never do. It’s all a lie. I’m quite good at pretending.