The picture of my parents is the only thing I've got that reminds me that the reason I'm here is to become something that they're not. They want me to do better, they want me to have more but when it's only me I'm counting on I can't remember what the hell it is I'm fighting for. Every time I want to quit and I want all this to end, I look up, see the picture, and the words I scrawled ...DO IT FOR THEM.
Reason for writing:
My mom and dad. :)
Birth sign: Aries
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