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Belong

People sometimes ask me why I study so hard. The question always stumped me. Why do I study so hard? Why do I stay up till the wee hours of the morning to study? Then, I realised. I don't have looks. I don't have a good body. I don't even have a good personality! All I had was my brain, and my words. Knowing this pushes me to study harder so that I won't be left behind. Maybe I just want to belong. I mean, each clique has it's distinctive trait which unites a group of people. The good-looking (and typically popular people) group together. The outgoing ones group together. The athletically inclined ones group together(and they run in every single marathon that they can.) I don't fit in any of those. I can only hope that by studying hard, I will not only get good grades and a sense of accomplishment and pride but, that I'll belong. And that's all that I've ever wanted.
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True story though.I don't know. That's just how I feel.

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