You called me a useless child just now, because of my results.
You have no idea how much I cried after you said that.
I'm sorry, but I'm not Ben. I'm not smart, good in sports, or a prefect.
I'm sorry that I'm not the kind of girl you expected me to be.
And sometimes, I really wished you realised
that I'm not perfect.
And neither are you.
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