The world has its hand on our throat, we fight for our life hoping we have enough strength to survive. I see the dirt the world throws at us, some of us mange to watch ourselves and move on, while others find no need to fight back. I see the block the world puts in front of you every time you try to hold your head high, but the world says you are not good enough to prove your worthwhile. I see the pain that’s writing in your face, still I see you smile hoping your pain will vanish.
We breathe through our nose, but still I don’t think we can exhale!
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