_Exhibitionists stopped Alias from being the person he hoped to develop into. The man on the yellow wooden stage stopped him from being what he desired. Why did it have to be people with fame that set the tone? Alias questioned his desire to be famous,one not to bend over infront of a camera confirming his goods, he was above that._

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_Alias strode away from the tv. He couldn’t do it anymore. He knew he had talent naturally, they wielded at him during late nights and early mornings, yet they were unique in not asking him to abandon himself, pretending to be the only in with noteariety. He balked before hitting the kitchen looking behind him at the tv._

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_“The road not yet traveled is a victory” the man on the yellow stage said. “When you remove those from who is behind, you are to develop into your own perspective, your own society” alias couldnt watch it. Simply put, an idea wasn’t enough-and even during the times alias wanted to step back he was forced into being enough. In his world while individualism is celebrated if you cannot collaborate you are disgraced. He wasn’t fair, he would know when you’d naturally be having issues and choose those moments to attack, yet he was painfully aware that this is how life made him, insanely good for him career wise. What us the cost!’v what us the detriment?$)_

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_Cobble stones felt rough at his feel, repeatedly thinking over and over, “I_ hate this job”.