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Pain of life

Life isn't easy, everyone is busy. We look what is in our life, not what is the life? Day by day our age is increasing, more and more we are gaining, But gaining for what? An increasing age just letting us towards the end, that's why we are send. At that end, u looses what u gain and it will gives you a lot of pain. Pain pulls you down, your cry cannot be loud to grasp the gain in your pound. When everything in your life is blowing off but you don't want the things to let off. Whom you think they sit aside in your grief, they just talk with you in brief. At last you find yourself lonely and your gain are in vain, it is just the starting of your pain. It doesn't matter how much sweet you are; at the end, you have to accept the reality which is bitter in taste and your all gain are in waste. If you are a wise man, then you are not affected by the things which surround you, and there are too many persons around you. Don't attach with the things, just love everything; love always came from the heart and not expecting anything in demand.

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