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| Girls Generation rejected me. Can you believe it? ME! | |
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| So what? Does it really matter? In the end, we all die anyway. | |
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| I'll bet they were jealous of me! When they heard me sing, every one of them was jealous of me, jealous of my superior talent, afraid that all the limelight would fall on me. | |
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| So? Isn't everyone jealous of someone? And what does it get us in the end? Just tears and frustration. | |
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| But I don't need them! I'm so much better than them, I'm going to rock the world with my own band, Me Generation, with me singing all the parts. It will be me and me and me and me and .... | |
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| So what? So you'll be one band among many, and many more will come after you. And your fame will be like a speck in one small speck of the vast universe. So, what does it matter? | |
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