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Jul 18
The letter of the depressed soul
I always want to love life,
but it seems am an awful and unforgiving lover
And it seems life herself is grossly unfair to me,
Always frustrating my labour of love and very many commitments

I always get more than I want or ever deserves,
of the many struggles and pains that life serves
Maybe she forgot the concept of fair share
Or maybe others were made with iron
And I with soil.

Β©Adeoye Favour I.
Thinking Out Load
Adeoye Favour I
Written by
Adeoye Favour I  21/M/FUNAAB, Nigeria.
(21/M/FUNAAB, Nigeria.)   
   BR Dragos
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