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Worthless Pearls
Whenever I read my diaries,
Which tell, my past
My struggles, for life
My devotion
My love
My sincerity
My truth
For each one
I try to find, just one page
Where fortunately
I may have written
The Happiness, in my life
But the answer
I feel in my eyes, holding pearls
That fall one by one on the ground
And become worthless
My conception laughs out at me
And whispers in my ears that
Life is tough, not easy
Just be unique
Give and give
Sacrifice your entity
Without expecting rewards
You are here
Only for that
It is your destiny.
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