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I try ways​ to be the first
Even though I know I'm the worst
I try hard while others Burst
With talents that take them to first

This year was a total fail
My classes were so easy to Excel
But I don't know if I let myself to fail
I lost the purpose of being myself
Instead I followed my friends to be someone else
That made me loose myself.

I only blame myself for letting actions get to me with simple words " you should not be yourself".

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