Yes love doesn't hurt, but loving the wrong person do.

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Match Stick
I'm like a matchstick of a matchbox,
With my purest intentions I cared everyone around,
But no one valued me for being so nice,
They called me obtuse in an inert voice,
With dismay in my heart,
And a meriment in my thought,
I tried to light up my soul,
To feel the happy moment in a while,
I tried, tried to trigger happiness ,
But it whispered to me,
Dear you have already burnt,
Your heart to enlight others life,
And to cheer up others smile.
Now,there is no fuel but ash,
But I'm still satisfied,
Because like a bright matchstick,
I burned myself to give others light.
From satisfied soul.


June 11, 2020

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Stop giving hate to genders, the toxicity of behavior depends only on character.

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