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Why is nothing ever easy?
Why are some boys so very sleazy
Why can't I have that brand new dress?
Why am I under so much stress?
Why don't my parents ever believe me?
Why can't they ever see...
Why do I feel so often unhappy?
Why do they always wish I was still in a happy
Why does my face feel like a block of lard
Why are all these years really hard?
There's a reason for all these problems and tears.
I'm going through my TEENAGA YEARS!
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