Too much
You think you're doing me a favor,
By pushing me to win.
But the only think you're doing,
Is knocking me back down again.
You say I'm headed for greatness.
You say my priorities I need to asses.
What you don't understand is that I'm doing my best.
Yet you're still not impressed.
I try hard. I work for it.
But in the end,
To you I must submit.
Everytime you say it's ok.
You push me down for another day.
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Hello, I'm Allie. I'm a very honest person who has a witty sense of humor. I love to meet new people and listen to stories about their life experiences. I believe that life lessons can be acquired at any moment and that we should learn from everyday. I try my best to be a good person and do what I can to help out. I work at an animal shelter and love it. I also love to read, write, sleep, and eat mashed potatoes :)
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