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The hefty of life

As I am walking into my destiny, With my tattered blue jean that I have conserved in the family archive. The giggle, cackle, chuckle can witness how I have been pestered by life. Even the silly cat and dog in the house distance from me, Because of my persisted wrangling, bickering and squabbling life. I have been quarantined without any infection in my biological home. When will this pestering and harrying life will stop. While my colleagues have be blessed with sparkle life, I am not exempted from derision and whisperer. As I walk with a heavy heart, My self respect having evaporated in the hands of tattlers. So when will I escape from this miserable mystify life, I cannot wait for tomorrow. I am walking toward where my destiny has be stolen into. My heart flares not in the journey of discovering my destiny, Though the road may attract with numerous brutes and dangerous beasts. It is goodwill to die in war front like soldier than to live and die chagrin life, Even the tattlers will appreciate the gallant and chivalrous journey to discover my destiny.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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