We all live in a frustrated world Simply because frustration is a must If we want or if We don't want... We live regretfully Under the authority of that ugly Frustration just to die Slowly with that care we have anytime... Our world is only The real ground of that ugly frustration Because what we get up on it, then We close our day on it... We're completely frustrated to the ground With our pains and with our sufferings anytime. ______________________________________________________________________
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