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Life

Life

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Sometimes, I become sad for no reason

Feel myself doomed inside a prison.


I cry at times when no one's around

I talk to myself with a silent sound.


I smile with a million feelings trapped inside

You never know if it is your friend or enemy sitting right beside.


Dear life, are you pushing me cause "I am close to the edge"?

Or do you want me to learn balancing over this ledge.


In a world where everyone wears a mask, it's a privilege to see a soul,

You might lose a diamond while collecting a few pieces of coal.


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