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May 2017
They want a perfect child.

Someone who likes sports.
A girl who gets good grades.
Friendly.
Funny.
Innocent.
Someone who pleases them.

I'm not a perfect child.

I don't like sports.
I don't get good grades.
I'm not very friendly.
I'm not funny.
I'm not innocent.
I don't please them.

Still, they want a perfect child.

They're not going to get one.
At least, not out of me.

I'm still not a perfect child.

I'm not a child anymore.

I'm broken.
I'm bent.
I'm destroyed.
People keep saying, "Get better grades," or, "Be better at sports." But I CAN'T.
It's so hard for me, not being perfect, and being yelled at because I failed yet another thing.please just stop it.
allie
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allie  20/F/London
(20/F/London)   
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