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The Mind of middle child


The mind. The mind of a middle child. We really don't think about a lot, well to some people.

We tend to push our feelings to the side, we have to make important decisions, it tells us who won whatever we were made to vote on.

we are forced to do a lot of things without our consent because no one really cares.

To make our opinions count have to beg and plead to be heard. But one day that's going to end, but what is it worth if it's only in the mind of a middle child. This ends today, right now and fast!

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