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Who Are You

Who are you, really? What makes you, "YOU"? You were born into this world alone And you found that you were trapped in a body; A body of a male, or a female or a disable on views of man-made society. Then you were given a man-made name And you were raised in a family; In a wealthy or poor family, in a religious or non-believer family. You were being brainwashed by family, media and your surroundings. You were taught the knowledge for the people who praised and honored you You achieved man-made degrees for getting a good job and pay bills. You donated your wealth for being a generous person to others’ eye. Your spent your whole life to show off to others who do not you care. You were too busy showing off your name, body, your wealth, education, and creativity. Time passed, you were realizing Your body and brain were aging. Then one day you died alone and your loved ones left you in a grave Alas! You were so crazy to drive the best car, but who drives your car now when you are in the grave? You thought your beautiful house could protect you from storm and thunder But what you have done to protect yourself when your body buried under. Once you cared your body so much which was filled with bacteria You are dead now, and your own bacteria started eating your own flesh. One day you wanted to look perfect to others and have fame Now you are just a perfect picture on frame. Who are you, really? Who are this “YOU”?

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