Another day has just gone by,
Another day will light the sky,
A little lost, a little gained,
My heart witheld both sorrow and joy.
As my head rests on the pillow,
I think about deeds of the day.
I hurt her and did him a favour.
I promise myself not to hurt her,
And continue the good work done.
I also fantasize, had this poem been everyone's,
What a beautiful place this world,
Would be to live in.
Then I grew up.
I realised that,
There is so much everyone wants,
And so less to be had.
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