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MY SELF
Fate…destiny…What a wonderful thing to hear As the day passes and my age starts to rot, I think of a way to enjoy the world But all I have was awfulness, an awfulness that kills my sanity. Rather to cry alone in the corner as loser, I should better have something, have something to lift up my self. As I start to think that I am special, a special person that god created, somehow it eases my wound that aches for so long. All I do now is to stand up straight, with so much courage to lift my self, back in the world of pain. As I start to create my fate, a positive and magnanimous fate, that might create a mark of what I am….. Thank god this day I made my self, a true human that has something, has something to show someone, that I can do it on my own.
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