Переведите проза либо как стихотворение) ! 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 nappy? 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 teenage years! a frustrated teenager, scarborough.

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