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Apr 2016
Well it’s nice for you in a family with money full of truly intelligent people.
I’m not hard off but I’m not all that wealthy,
My family aren’t that smart so neither am I
But I swear to God I’m trying.
You may think I appear to be smart but really I’m not,
I guess you can always call me average.
I grew up being thick in the bottom of bottom sets,
So now I’m near the top I feel proud but success will soon wither for me.
I’m desperate to do my best and make it good enough.
I need to feel accomplished and like I’ve really gotten somewhere
Even though I came from nowhere.
I’ve started at the bottom and now I want to get up there,
Too bad I feel so hopeless.
So far I’ve always tried to prove myself -
I know at the moment it seems to be working,
However I’m reaching the cut off line where I can’t just talk and be convincing.
I need these real grades to prove myself to me and everyone around me.
Chloe's Not An Angel
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Chloe's Not An Angel  21/F/UK
   Viseract, SPT and Gidgette
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