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I'm not Valencia. I'm not Hudson nor X-Pro II.

I'm more than a photo filter and my thoughts speak louder than the amount of likes I recieve.

All my eight hundred followers couldn't tell me my goals and dreams.

My goals are to be successful and happy 

My dreams are for everyone to be successful and happy

It's important to go through some troughs though. It adds character.

It's okay to show your scars. 

It's okay to yell

It's okay to cry

Because how many teenagers going through busy schedules and are one hundred perent happy?

None.

If they say they are, their filter is on.

I'm okay with the bags under my sleepless eyes, because hard work pays off.

I'm okay with my blunt personality, because only some people care.

 

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