“I’m running away.” The troubled-teen held onto her best friend’s hand for the last time.
“Why?” He tilted his head.
“Why? Because I’ve to find myself. Whatever we are now, is what the world has made us. The things we know are what people have told us. We live in a world of influence, I feel dependent on these souls to decide things for me. I can’t bear it. I can’t not be me, anymore. I’m going to be me and I will be made by me. Please don’t stop me. I’ll miss you.” With that said, she was gone with the wind.
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