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❝ It's not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves. ❞
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I've never been the one to speak my mind out loud, yet I can be sarcastic at times. I've never been the brave one who could fight for my pride and myself.
I've always been the one to be bullied by those assholes. The assholes that couldn't understand the effect of bullying to other people. The assholes that spot people's weakness without realizing that nobody is ever perfect.
And now, I've finally reached my limit.
I, Stella Clark, am gonna make those assholes learn my lesson. And this time, I hope them to regret it.
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