The Struggle of Math
They say that math is easy, the answers are black and white, so dont say that Im cheesy because it gives me fight or flight. I never understand what the calculatios mean, its either a or b...and never in between. Im always being asked to multiply, add, or divide, but I can never seem to do it, unless a teacher is by my side. So please dear Lord if you can hear me now, get me out of math somehow!
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