I feel hapless in love, luck and in life,
as i deal with ill feeling, backbiting and strife,
i may be callous to those who abase me,
they do it secretly....they can't even face me.
My hatred in life are those who collate,
those sad lonely faces that say 'I'm your mate'.
Except, i stand proud of what i believe,
a strong person, strongminded is what I percieve.
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