When I'll be gone,
Might be fun or be frowned,
A still of an equal wish,
Would stay,
Always wanted things on rush,
Just wanted to accomplish all the tasks,
Didn't think of self,
Of only what I can do,
Relied so much
On what had decided,
Even if smiles would come,
Those tears unseen dropping,
Will still be falling,
But the joy will always be true,
Of the genuine smiles,
That may come...
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