late night thought

By Ayya X   

night comes by
like usual I'm laying on bed

staring at the ceiling
I'm thinking

" Where do thing start go wrong"

Is it when I was born
or when my father gone

perhaps it's my fault.

"Where do thing start go wrong"

Is it when I fall for boy
or when I get play like toy

perhaps it's my fault.

"Where do thing start go wrong"
I know,its because I was born girl.
is it God fault?

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