I AM NOT A STATISTIC
YOU WILL NEVER MOUNT TO ANYTHING...
WHISPERS THE WORLD.
YOU WILL BE USELESS AND USED...
WHISPERS MY MOTHER.
YOU WILL BE PREGNANT...
WHISPERS MY FATHER.
YOU WILL BE SOMEONE...
WHISPERS HOPE.
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