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Apr 2018
I used to be lost
People would ask me “What do you want to do later?”
I couldn't answer them.
I hadn't a clue.

As time passed, this decision started becoming imperative.
I still wasn't certain.
But that's when I saw my mistake: I wasn't looking at the present.
I was looking at the future.

I mustn't worry about money, or appearances.
I must do what I want. I must act on my talents.
People will support me in what I do;
I will carve my own path.

Be it my family, always supportive,
Her, my inspiration, my muse,
My friends, these people behind usernames I have never met...
I thank you all for making my art my calling.

You made me confident.
Thank you all. It may seem like I'm overreacting, but the comments, likes and loves you leave are always really appreciated! It's more than I could've ever asked for.
Mia Sadoch
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Mia Sadoch  20/Transgender Female/France
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