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Day 327

It’s 11pm at night and I’m writing up a storm, watching letters spit out of my keyboard in a frenzy. My mom opens the door and looks down at me. She knows exactly what I’m doing. She shoots me a look that says “Go to bed when you’re done”. I nod back. This is routine by now. I’m on Day 327 of Teen on the Move, a writing website I founded to challenge myself to write everyday. It doesn’t matter if I’m on a plane or it’s finals week or I’m deathly ill or a meteor is actively hurtling towards Earth, I have to write something. All of my posts are open to the public, available to anybody from anywhere to read. I don’t let this deter me from being honest and writing about the things that I find important.

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