Living On Mars
Growing up was always a challenge, i had no friends i never fit in. I couldn't seem to get over the fact, that i would never be like them. I joined the "cool crowd" to stop getting hate, I put on lipstick and curled my hari. Even though i had some friends, I didnt really want to be there. I dreamed of flying all through space, zooming so fast like a fool. I couldn't express my dreams to my friends, being a smart girl meant you were a fool. One day i know I will finally get there, the unexplored terrains of mars. I will laugh at my "friends" stuck down on earth, while i'm floating freely amongst the stars.
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