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Celebrating Endings.
Despite everything that VCE was, I look upon my final days of high school with a strong pull of nostalgia. Not for lack of cause: I memorialised every event as though it were a scene from Breakfast Club.
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There was a day in the summer of 2016 where I threw out all of my pink clothes. I hadn’t worn most of them in a while and, even if I had, this summer was one of reinvention. I just knew I was to no longer wear pink.
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