Greatest sorrow, part one
I have suffered all the sufferness of these life
Two decades in the world
Pains become my pillow
Stress become my pen
Hopeless become my bed
Weakness become my strength
For no helper and no tree
In this world my stomach as suffered
The sorrow of the world now belongs to me
Many challenges without chances
My pen is my hidden power
But a leader must face all these sweet
Now i enjoy sorrow as lollipop
When will hope come to reality?
poem by True Love
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