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It's my time to learn

my youth wasted asking you the questions I needed

why ask questions when you feel defeated

I feel so small, as you call on your favorites

like an actor without lines

is he really needed? 


and as I reach out to you for a good reason 

I crave to learn and you act like its treason 

The tears taste salty, as my mouth begins to shake

I want you to know

I want to learn and not waste the day

and you smile like you don't care

as i waste my day thinking why i am here 












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