POEM OF DESTRESS

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I have seen my life passing by, right infront of my eye.

Things get out of my hand, it gets so tough that i cant even stand.

I start standing up on my two feet, but there is a force that pushes me harshly on this pavement of concrete.

This goes, and goes, and goes on; but still i have no one to rely on.

I need a shoulder to cry but all i get is a tissue to dry my eye.

Life is so tough so why am i born. Was it to walk on these wounding torns.

I see a vision of myself in the future, i really don't think that any one will like the sight of that creature.

Is it my fault that iam like this, and ill say yes it is.

You have the whole damn life to prove, so why not get up, dust yourself and start to move.

SORRY I JUST FELT LIKE WRITING A POEM..AND HERE IT IS..QUOTE WASN'T HELPING ME LOSE MY STRESS..

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