Nothing beats the truth,
but you know it wouldn't be smooth.
When the time is right,
you know nothing on your sight.
It'll become a perfect blurs,
the decision is yours.
Creating ideal life of your own,
what if you still got none?
With a sore throat you screamed,
just how wrong have you been.
Go through the main plan,
you'll smile in the end.
Hatred won't take its vengeance,
still you lose your energy.
Everything's in God's hands,
So please, don't worry.
(^_^)
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