Arduous Times

He could’ve been right all along;

You don’t deserve such sacrifices…

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I’ve grown speechless…

You could be better off;

With a handsome lad

But with vile nature,

With a rich prince

But with cruel stature,

With a renown gorgeous

But with pretending future,

You’re losing your grip

Becoming norm culture,

No fairness, all is selfish

Just like a wild vulture.