The symphony of our ugly and painful days Is going on as if nothing hinders its way... We suffer from everything on a daily basis Simply that's the way with our ugly days... Our whole days carry inside them a lot of Pains and a lot of sufferings to most of us... Our whole days are hard and even so difficult To that great extent that makes us feel painfully... We wake up to feel that hard pain that surrounds Us from every direction and in all directions... The whole of our days prey on us like monsters Prey on their innocent victims anywhere and everywhere... Although our whole days are hard and gloomy, but We feel that those coming days will be better... ______________________________________________________________________
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