When life tries to pin you down,
With neither your fingers can afford a pawn,
Ever wishing you could once drown,
And earnestly run away from such frowns,
That makes your life look like ill fate drawn,
Always remain up and not fallen,
Alive and not heartily stricken,
Optimistic with an ever urge to brighten,
The past you who was almost shaken.
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