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Life is not a bed of roses, but given the challenges speak upon to my path.
On the cold breeze of sadness my tears spread upon my eyes holding my pain deep inside my heart.
I look upon the sky, praying that my pain will go away, clouds seems go dark,suddenly the roaring thunders of light roots splash on the heavens, with the tumbling sounds spreading across all over it, then strikes on the mountain high.
Reminiscing the memories of my past, and all the decisions i made reflected by my own choice.
Life is not bad after all the bad and the good things are part to be a human.
The tears keep me stronger to fight to my love ones, with the good faith to God, i will survive surely, to fight all my battles, i will have my victory.
