Life.

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Life is moving too fast.
Just yesterday I was little, playing with toys, no worries, no fears, no thoughts.
But now I've grown up, and worry is something I feel often.
Tests, revision, standards, expectations. I'd like to say "I'm too young for this." But in reality I'm not.
Everybody else is dealing with the same things yet they seem to manage it easily.
They don't seem to struggle like I do.
No matter how much I try, how much I revise, I always get much worse than people who don't seem to care.
Why is life difficult?

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