I feel your pain, I feel the same, the stress in playing nice is vain, but less we try the less we gain, from fruitfulness it can obtain. I try, you try, we bleed, we cry, but tears would drop and fill the sky, the day it rains the tears would fall, for all have cried, do you recall? So stranger, stand, pick up your gold, for one day it might just be sold, it's worth is planted in your soul, so start the race and achieve your goals.
Reason for writing:
Shorty!
Birth sign: Libra
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