life
For me life is a story
When a thousand bitter words deafen the ears
I do not hear anymore
I memeang small pebble
which covered the dust and dirt
The smoke stung the eyes
A heart pierced by a thousand needles
No stranger to me
Trampled like weeds
One must remember that
Never underestimate a small pebble
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