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My teenage years are soon to be lost with almost nothing tangible to show besides a plethora of journal entries laced with negativity and a Marilyn Manson obsession. Sure, there were great memories and a little bit of growth but I am still just as lost as I was when I was twelve. I've been in a grave for years and I wonder if I will ever gain the strength to dig my nails in the dirt and climb out.