HoldingOn
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Sometimes it's hard for me to understand why my life is the way it is.
Those days when I can't get up
not because I don't want to, but because
I can't.
The pressure
the pressure is too
much. Too much.
You don't appreciate it till it's gone
gone from your grasp and gone from your heart
You will never have the chance
They Call Me a Kid
Because My Hair Curls
I Wear Vans & I Lean A Little To My Left
But With My Glasses On
Hair Up
Reading a Mary B. Morrison Book
I’m Intelligent
This Stereotype