behind the stained white t-shirt. under the follicles and five layers of skin. past the veins,muscles and through the blood and organs. somewhere in my body there is a place where i keep everything i need to get through this year.
but i can't find it.
i've searched and looked. in my brain. under my nails.
i have not one molecule of an idea of what i am doing.
here. now. then.
i now know why peter pan did not want to grow up...
senior year.
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