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Saturday, August 26, 2017

Mocking

I was wounder
why life knocks me down, on my way to your misty town,
Why It happens to us all, when it's fated to rise... every time we fall,
Why on every single trip, odds are that we'll slip,
Why through each and every mile.. we must retain our smile
Why we need to get back up and keep on walking when all we receives still talking... Is that how we picture love in a shape of mocking..!