I always complain from Our world's double-faced criteria Simply because I have my own reasons anytime, I'm merely a figure that hears and sees What's going around completely, but I don't understand things or things Don't understand me, I feel differently when I walk like that Feeling that I'm a beggar or a homeless man anytime, This world of ours is not just one-world, but It's a world within worlds of worlds, Where you stand, you feel different, then When you to other places, You will feel very different... Here is not like there and There is not like here and So on.......... Our reality makes someone cries like kids or Makes someone yells loudly like those who suffer from life... What shall we do to fix our messy world? It's an open answer to those who live in it... Either we fix ourselves or we fix our world... It's a real mess in this messy world.............. ______________________________________________________________________
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