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Not Your Average Superstar

Not Your Average Superstar

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I look at her directly in the eye, she knew I would never speak. Sometimes I wish I could speak to her, we could get threw dads death together but sometimes, sometimes I want to be as quiet as a mouse as if I wasn't there...like dad. Hi, I guess you could say I'm a superstar, just not a very average one. My life isn't all 'giant pools, pink everything, spoiled brat'. I'm a person, and people like you and me aren't perfect. We all have our flaws, we are people. Nobody is perfect. Especially me.
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