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I live in a world where any girl that poses in a bikini can call herself a model. Anybody with a camera can call themselves a photographer. Any girl or boy with a child can call themselves a parent. Hate crimes. Corruption.

I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.

I want to be lifted out of here via rocket ship and mingle in the stars. Millions years ahead of planet Earth and all the wishes people made upon those stars.

My life is short here and when I die I will question if I had lived for everything I had hoped for. Did I become what who I wanted?

This life bends me over backwards and breaks my spine.

Crushing me.

Yet I cope, and I move forward because there is no such thing as a perfect ending..

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