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When a Star Burns Out (*Draft Phase*)
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Terminé, Publié initialement oct. 20, 2020
"Just look happy, never sad. People will think there's something wrong with you if you're sad, and there can't be anything wrong with you. You have to be perfect."

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In an interview with a group of amateur documentary makers, Ken Martin is forced to revisit his difficult past as a child star. He tries his best to just keep it together, but it can be hard sometimes.

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