child, I hoped that I would grow up as soon as possible
, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was wearing my mother's clothes, and I fantasized about my maturity.
I always felt that the children around me were too stupid and I was too smart. It's too different, but this kind of self may have become synonymous with pretending to be B in the eyes of
peers When I was a member of the public, it was OK to grow up, but what about myself? I'm afraid I can't find it in the mirror
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