Diamond and Gold
I think I wander; I wander to go out there, which gives
me freedom.
The unfortunate reality is that this occurs only on rare occasions.
It hurts usually, but it makes you strong unconditionally.
It's like diamonds; it's like gold; if you bear pain, you can mould.
At last, there is the path already woven for us by God,
which is healthy, and we finally got what we deserved.
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