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SAB Dec 2015
Staring at the ceiling
Having this kind of feeling
Empty like a clean glass
While reminiscing the past.

Past that everybody has
Even been good or bad as it was
It must be a lesson
Not a regret of a person.

This will predict our future
So we must be nurtured
On how to handle this thing
And be a strong human being.

— The End —