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*you're too young live, too old to survive.* i keep on asking myself sometimes, who am i? am i just the lonely kid who doesn't have friends and spends most of her time writing what she thinks of the world OR am i a blogger who speaks for the others who are probably too scared to spill something out? the mystery remains, chained, tangled. whoever i am inside or outside, that doesn't matter because what i write matters, what i think matters, what i post matters.