You tell me, that even though I'm a sickly looking, unhappy, disobediant and hyperactive little girl with no voice or talent, I can feel what it's like to scream truths on stages and in dirty vans underneath cheap wool hotel blankets.
You tell me that being female won't affect what people think.
I'd like to hear you talk to me, period.
Look, whoever gave me the job of being who I am didn't know who I was going to want to be.
But that's not an excuse.
be prepared to join my journey here.
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