somebody else is living my life for me. I've always felt like my life's been stolen from me. This is not how I was made of. I'm supposed to be made of a star's particle.
Somewhere out there, someone has the talent that I've always wanted. The talent to draw so I can sketch on a paper how funny people look to me.
I envy a lot.
I hurt a lot.
I care too much.
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