sitting down on a bench
recalling memories of childhood
looking back at the draft of many wishes
glaring at the stars which shine unweariedly
let's make a deal with realism
put aside the ego, walk away any hatred
for a little confession as the remedy
i'd rather say..
i live for me, my parents, and society
strive to make 'em happy in reality
beg for YOUR guidance as always....
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