Injustice to the Fullest
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Last published Wed, Sep 11, 2019
The moon was surprisingly bright tonight. Outside of New York City is the best place to see the stars in my opinion. But does my opinion matter? Not to most people. It's just all about boys, shoes, sex, and boys again.
Does that even matter? Does anything matter? I think that the world is either going to end or you're going to die. Which one sounds more realistic? I think when you die, nothing you did when you were in high school or younger is going to matter to anyone! But I guess I'll just stick to the little things because, who cares? This is my Story of Difference.
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