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There are people out there who don’t know who they are.

Understand their make and model.

That makes sense to me.

I was there.

I’ve lived that.

The club helped me navigate that shit.

Mostly.

Fuck, sometimes I think that’s what Rugrat life is really for.

Figure out what you like.

Don’t.

What you’re willing to do.

Won’t.

But this finding your voice shit?

How the fuck do you not know what you sound like?

You ain’t never listened?

Heard your ass on camera?

Chat?

Snap?

Unless…

Huh.

Maybe that’s not what the shit means?

Maybe it’s not supposed to be literal?

Maybe it’s supposed to be some metaphorical shit?

This is technically a college class.

Course.

Same shit different rev.

I’ll get credit I’ll never use.

I ain’t exactly looking to hang a degree on my wall.

Not that I need to.

The Club keeps my life pretty made.