it's my specidal play for you.....
and since the day of our birth; our humble existence on earth for some,life is like a blessing, for some,it's worse than a curse but when you're facing drama, you know you gotta stay a soldier whether you pray to the lord, brahma,allah,even buddha maybe we should listen to the pope and listen to the dalai lama but now everywhere is war; children grown into trauma phobias drive us in (to)conflicts; religious racial economic creeds,and convictions. we're fighting each other over bullshit but that's the life,the strife; that's just the way it goes no one really gets along;we're all enemies and foes we take(away)each other's freedom forthe most selfish reasons somehow we're all killers;we kill as we're breathin by not helping grandparents, mothers,sisters,and brothers father,please forgive us before we all hurt one another the only thing universal is blood,sweat,and tears for years the young the elderly and all my dying peers why when i open my eyes,i see no peace and no love? i see people cry and die, more tears more sweat more blood living under constant danger, it don't matter where you are somehow someone will always be more than ready to start a war each day,hour,and second,gotta hold on to your weapon and if they kill you first,die a hero go to heaven some fight for more power and some fight for equality killing each other for money,resources ,and territories i've seen the barrel of guns and they took away my friends sometimes it seems to me that we are all headed fot dead ends headed no where fast;the next second might not last in a blink of an eye,we become a part of the past yesterday was history, tomorrow's a mystery today's a present;i thank the god above me cuz at every moment,it might be your last breath you could see your own death
Hold on but don't hold too tight
let go it's gonna be alright
don't run away from what your heart is feeling
be strong face what you're afraid of
come on, show em what you're made of
I know its hard when your hope is gone
but you gotta keep Going on
Ming Yen
Dun cry for pple when they r not worth it
the one who is worth it wun make uiie cry....

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Jocelyn`-clingedlove .
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