Nervous. As you stumble around looking for that morning pick me up, the one you have been craving since that final bump the night before.
That thing that will get you through the day. A day full of fake, fake smiles, fake people, a faker you.
Who knows when the downfall of the young began, but another bright young thing takes the fall. Admired by all, loved by none. She wont make it through this day.
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