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My aspirations were murdered

by hxldxntillmay

They asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and I said an Astronaut. They smiled and said that's cute. I was 6 then. They asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and I said a Marine Biologist. They laughed and said you'll need to work hard dear. I was 9 then. They asked me what I wanted to be  when I grow up, and I said an Architect. They smirked and said oh really, that seems pretty far. I was 12 then. They asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, and I said a Writer. They looked at me and said sweetie you'll never make good money there. I was 15 then. If I can't aspire to be what I want to be when I grow up then why bother to grow up at all?
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