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Jul 2019
Tears, pain and struggles we choose to hide
Smiles, joy and laughter is what you’ve seen
You wouldn’t understand until you come to my side
Because honey my grass isn’t always this green.

Blood, sweats and tear have dropped
All have dropped to make this field cleaner
I work so hard and I did not stop
Why couldn’t my grass be even more greener?

Tired, stressed and unrest
Competing with the other side I still can’t do
This field is the only thing that I have left
But my grass is still not green enough for you.
Written by
Azri Sulaiman  23/M/Brunei
(23/M/Brunei)   
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