You believe the past has the design of your future. You live for future. You think of past. But where am I? Why you treat me so bad? Why I have to become past? You are so desperate for future but you do not realize that I come from future. You treat me like I will be soon past. I want my own domain. I am sick and tired of this continual change. When will I find my peace? I am exhausted of this run. I want to be accepted for what I am and not from where I came or what I will be. Why you have no concern for me? Why…Why…Why???
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Bahu,
It is the truth of life.you have to accept it..
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