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Restless (Pokemon Fanfic, PokemonWattyAwards2014)

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This world is boring. Its the same monotonous grind, day-in and day-out. And I can't help but be like the very people I hate. My life is what I made it, complete and utter trash. I've never amounted to anything and continue to live in my younger brothers shadow. I want to change, myself and this world. And maybe it is my time to do exactly that.All Rights Reserved

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