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Sometimes it's hard for me to understand why my life is the way it is. Those days when I can't get up not because I don't want to, but because I can't. The pressure the pressure is too much. Too much.
You don't appreciate it till it's gone gone from your grasp and gone from your heart You will never have the chance
They Call Me a Kid Because My Hair Curls I Wear Vans & I Lean A Little To My Left But With My Glasses On Hair Up Reading a Mary B. Morrison Book I’m Intelligent This Stereotype
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