...Let me help you,
No more is it;
I have help before,
I was betray;
I cannot help again.
A believe of no base,
Get hold of pains, let it go.
Now i wounder this trend;
What a wasted generation?
Deriving pressure in seeing talent wasting,
Partiality at all the high places...
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