He didn't care how much money you make. He cared what you make. He cared what he make. His product is better than himself.
She thinks you are what you wear. She enjoys dressing up and decorating rooms. She prefers to be not uniformed in black dresses all the time.
She thought people would not want to know about her life because the only thing good she did was her music. She would trade anything just to walk down her street without cameras.
She didn't want to be a hero. She knew she was just a foot soldier . No one would remember her name. Not even her son whom they took away since she starts to speak up. But she cannot stay silent and live in fear anymore.
I am not proud of what I make.
I do not enjoy how I look.
I do not like where I live.
I want people to know about my life even I know it was not the best I have.
I want to be a hero even if I have nothing to say.
I don't have to be like this.
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