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Jan 2013
I get straight A's,
You worry I don't have a social life.
I hang out with friends,
You never see me any more.
I spend time with you,
You worry about my grades.
The sad part is,
I keep trying.

I keep to myself,
You worry I'm depressed.
I come out of my room,
You get sick of me.
I'm quiet,
You worry I don't care.
I say how I feel,
You ignore me.
The sad part is,
You don't try at all.
Cora Lee
Written by
Cora Lee  Idaho
(Idaho)   
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