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Oh, how fortunate I am.
To have parents like them, it's true.
Their support never ends.
Whatever I want to do

I want to thank them.
But I don't know how
So I strive for the honor roll.
And make them proud somehow.

But the pressure is weighing me down.
despite not knowing why
I feel like they're disappointed.
Despite their words that defy

They say they're proud of me.
But I can't shake the doubt.
Do they truly see my worth?
Or are they just putting on a clout?

I'm grateful for their love.
But the weight of their expectations
It leaves me searching for a way.
To express my true appreciation

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⏰ Last updated: May 26 ⏰

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