As a teen living her life, everything is perfect, or so it seems. Anger rage within her, with a hint of sadness added. Why. Why is always the question. Why is everything so fucked up. It's life, said a lill voice in her head.Looking back when she was young, she was everything she hoped to be today. Pretty, confident and strong, unlike what she was back then, naive. Always being the target to pick on, friends teachers siblings and including parents. No explanation on why she thought she deserved it. Atleast back then, life was so much easier. In the mist of people who despite her, the one who stayed were real. What is there to gain from such loser then friendship? Friendship. The ship that portrays titanic. As strong as ever, the chance of sinking is always there.Plastic. Plastic was always my least favorite material. Worthless, weak and transparent. Most of all, it reminds us of people we know. Therefor, plastic shall be their middle name. Or for some, their last name.
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