Like any passing cloud that Crosses from one place to another Without raining to quench the thirst Of a pretty land anywhere and everywhere, so There are people, In our life, Like zeros on the left of any number, Numbers are counted if they are pretty, but If they are on the left of any number, so They are not counted because they're useless, We love the pretty numbers in our life Because they work for us Unless they're on the left of any number, We only pick those numbers that work and We forget those that don't work, Some people willingly choose to be Useless because this is their life, Life deserves to be considered because Everything and everyone have A great value among the other things, so Being a zero, on the left of any number, Means the uselessness and the carelessness Of anyone in our life.
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