It's really hard to please people. Sometimes, I think that it has made me inhuman. Sometimes, I think that it has made many hate me. Also sometimes, I think I wished this was just a dream. Yeah, fairy tales ain't true. That's the point. I don't see any realism in my eyes. It's so hard. But sometimes, and only sometimes, it makes me happy that it's prove that I'm still human. Yup, I'm still human. Humans should have flaws. Humans should not be perfect. Humans love their parents too...
which makes me inhuman then?
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