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We met, and love developed itself. We became a powerful magnet. That was us vs. the world. But suddenly, I had a secret.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
I became their hero. But today, I sense hatred. I am an outcast. I was their helper. I was always there for them. when they needed help.
Have you ever felt like you're a burden? Have you ever felt like you weren't doing well? Have you ever encountered difficulties that consumed your thoughts?
The clock is ticking. Life goes on. People live their lives. Time isn't your friend. There is nothing you can do to change this.
What if life was perfect? What if there was no poverty? What if it was easy to become wealthy? What if life didn't have any obstacles?
I don't know how. I wonder why I'm still alive. I ask myself some questions. I just want to thank you, Lord.
Embrace life. But be wise. Consider things from a positive angle. Avoid being hateful or irrationally furious. Getting angry doesn't solve anything.
That bond—where is it? The love we shared is gone. All of your promises—where are they? Do you not believe it's about time you showed me?
God's air is sufficient and unrestricted for human breathing. Inhale it without harboring grudges toward me. Take a breath and stop lying about me.
My existence. I am by myself all the time. Within my own space. Either writing or coding. They think I'm lonely. They believe I am alone.
I am depressed. Anger is consuming my thoughts. Distress about poverty. Pains throughout my body persist.
I still want to do it. Age is my problem. I'm old. I am 67 years old. But I still want it. To be a man, however.
