Hello
I walk through the halls
and everyone thinks I know it all
to have my life figured out and I know where I will go
yet no one knows what I know
The raw determination to want to succeed
I want it so bad, to be successful is a need
to fit in has always been a must
now under all of this pressure I swear I will bust
these people I want to help
but in the end I first, need to help myself.
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