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The Silent Weeper
Minute by minute,I saw my preciuos existence slip away with the speed of a stupendous shooting star across a promising life...yet so unfulfilled and hollow; wasn't my birthright relinquished to an undeserved punishment and sorrow? Why wouldn't anyone be resilient and alleviate my agony and atrocious pain... to confront a stark and unfair fate? I can remember the unjustified hurt clinging to many unacceptable exscuses; and weren't there spendid dreams, flourishing amid lonely and uncertain days, wanting to ascape and become real? Years by years misfortunes made me give up all the incredible joys,of a naive boy, that I longed for desperately; I straddled to neither please life nor me, to see reality wrapped up in mystery constraining my neutral pesonality... Breath by breath life allowed me to live by its harsh rules...to teach me unlearned lessons and I paid the highest prize of all; and was it really worth putting my trust in that confident voice, and neglect the purpose of my strides? Looking back,with regret, on a wasted childhood that made me lame by a blunt destiny; languish and lament impoverished my sentiment: chocking me with their final,implicit word! I decided to assume the role of dreamer without dreams, to take on the appearance of winner: relying on vague assumptions that turned me into the silent weeper, who watched its thin shadow loom...
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