I cannot be stopped. I mean, please understand me.
No one has ever told me that "I'd be good at something." Not once. Ever. Not my parents, my relatives, my friends or my teachers. And yet, everything I want comes true, since I never stop. No matter how bad it gets.
This is the dumbest man-comp thing, btw. But even here you can't win. I come from factory workers, man. I have that in my blood.
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