This world, The world in which we live, Takes our whole life Without any chances to Return it back To its normal shape... Our whole life, That is, Is greatly based on pains and sufferings Around us... We only suffer from Everyone and even From everything just to survive... Although our whole life is short-lived, but Our pains and our sufferings are Longer than from what we expect them anytime... Wars, famines, diseases, misery, wretchedness, hunger, Pains, and sufferings are our world's headlines... We are just alive physically, but We are spiritually dead... We never get to that point of To be or to be not... ______________________________________________________________________
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