A poem when your twelve you are under pressured,
To think that your friends reasure you,
They might, but when you say a secret
they might not do their best to be hypocritic,
When your twelve you have a crush,
Yet all you do is say hey,
what's up,
really don't be in such a rush,
I am saying the rest, might I say my test,
anyway, anyday,
This is just the rest,
to think and sleep,
one year to be,
a teenager, be you'll,
Yoda might say teen you must be
In a year,
you'll just be at the bottom.
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