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Jun 2020
Some stars were born to fly,
Some stars were born to shine,
then some stars blow up and die, because that's how life is. We either get lucky, work hard and get lucky or we think we're about to get lucky but then burst into star dust that could never find a way to shine.
All i am is a cursed star.
I just want to succeed in life. Every time i'm about to succeed, there's a set back to pull drag me down.
Rosemary Porretta
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Rosemary Porretta  22/F/Canada
(22/F/Canada)   
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