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My pains and my sufferings

by mohammad-skati

I have no choice ,but To admit willingly and greatly that My pains and my sufferings are masters that Wake me up By day and by night ... I have learnt lessons from my pains and from sufferings Simply because I am playing with this life Around us uncaring ... I feel painfully ,but I am totally handcuffed ... I am surrounded with a lot of ugly pains and with A lot of rude sufferings that crack my realm Anytime,anywhere,and everywhere .............. _______________________________________________________________
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