I don't. Probably because I have no friends.
I think people didn't always feel "weird and awkward" at sixteen. On the other hand, some people feel that way their whole lives.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.