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Determination

I cried my eyes out.

I cried my fucking eyes out because I was completely exasperated with other people looking down on me.

So what if I want to be an idol?

So what if I want to use my voice io communicate a message through music?

I tried to surpress my cries in the bathroom of the male dorm.

I don't think I've ever felt this weak in my seventeen years of age.

I've been under this company for three years and I'm still not used to everything that goes down here.

Ous trainee manager is the reincarnation of satan.

He has a way of placing his words so perfectly to make me feel like everything I've been working for for three years is useless.

Why am I still here?

I ask myself as I look at my reflection in the mirror.

I look like an idiot with my red eyes and tear stained cheeks.

Manager-nim was right, I'm nothing but a weakling.

I hate this company.

But I don't say anything, because this is the only way to reach my dream, and I will never give up until I'm at the top.

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