I was not happy,
I was not happy,
Seeing that I was not getting all required,
I was not happy,
Seeing that most people are not genuine with facts,
Maybe my happiness is from my own making,
Maybe there will be a redemption to all my occurences,
Even in my own failure's,
I speak of Fairy Tales,
Thinking that I will see happiness,
But in all aspects of my own making,
Most liars will fade with their wealth,
Only to realise that my own problem is my timing,
Understand the concept of Intelligence,
Then realise man is worthied alive than death.
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