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In a deep part of myself
I believed that I was smart
That I was more than average.
Not that everyone is.
But my head
It's filled to the brim with my thoughts
So heavy
Like carrying books.
Or maybe the weight of the world.
For with knowledge comes a price of
Realization
To how screwed the world is.

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