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Once at night before sleep,
With teary eyes and crumbled sheet.
I asked god what was my mistake.
Why being emotionally strong is not in my fate.

What causes me to hate others,
Is only when they lie to me,
Then why do I return back to them,
Making peace as it has to be.

Why am i not supposed to have,
A cunning, witty and daring mind,
So that i can pay them back,
By hating, despise, and lying.

Why do i feel so miserable,
Why do i get attached with people,
Why can't I just let it go,
Why can't I tolerate them more.

Embraced in the silence of that night,
I told myself to continue to fight,
Since god was too busy to reply,
And i was far too tired to cry.

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