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How the hell am I supposed to know who I am? We sit in rows. I feel my creativity, running away from the ideas I'm supposed to have. Why are people so persistent about telling me what I'm supposed to say; and what I'm not. The more I 'learn' the less I know about who I really am
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
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How the hell am I supposed to know who I am? We sit in rows. I feel my creativity, running away from the ideas I'm supposed to have. Why are people so persistent about telling me what I'm supposed to say; and what I'm not. The more I 'learn' the less I know about who I really am
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
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