anything but human

anything but human

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Growing up most little girls dream of becoming princesses or super models or maybe even a vet. but if im being honest i never wanted to be any of those things. During our teenage years most girls dream of becoming actresses or becoming fashion designers, me? I wanted to be like the anyone else other than my self I wanted to be like the characters In my books.I wanted the unconditional bond with someone like i read about in the werewolf books i borrowed from the library and would loose my self in. I wanted a new life, I wanted to be something other than human, anything but a boring plane Jane human who couldn't even fit in, in the small town i called home. Little did i know manifestation was going to soon bite me in the but. so ladies and gents my advice for today, be careful what you are manifesting in your life.
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