To measure the pain of a brother or a sister
Do not pick a measuring ruler
But measure by putting yourself in the cloth of the victim
Tears and sweat might be a symptom
Wet backs sucks but what will you do without bucks ' I mean Money'
No matter how wide you stretch your arms you cant embrace all the pains the universe has to offer
Teary swollen eyes
Pale face and desert lips
All are packages the pains can offer
But my mama told me this
“If there is a laughing life without pain, then it is a deception of the conception of the laughter bearer”
My papa also told me this
“A gain without pain is faintly enjoyed and it fades like the disappearing of crawling memories from the brains of a toddler”
So in my solitude days
As a sophomore in life
I look forward to suffer more
I look forward to overcome more
This is a moment in my life
Your life, her life, his life our lives
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