Have you ever felt like you don't recognize the feeling of being happy anymore? That feeling was a huge part of my daily routine as I felt nothing but real pain, sadness and sorrow. I was like the walking dead as joy and happiness were grabbed and stolen from me. I'll never forget that feeling. I'll never forget that gloomy day when my friend Erica and I were walking down the street after our first day as seniors, discussing our last year. While we were walking, we noticed a well-dressed muscular tall man in black suit wearing dark glasses coming towards us and holding a gun! Clearly he was drunk. I knew that moment that something bad is going to happen. I didn't see Erica shivering like this before.
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