If you are destined together;
But in the most bitter way,
Hoping to enlighten it.
But life isn't fair.
And you suppose everything-
Could end up happily;
Like no pain, no sadness,
Wanting the sweetest parts to remain.
But life isn't granting wishes.
And the story I'm about to share;
Is about life, which was never at my side,
That I almost forgot love,
Which mad me die in madness.
But life isn't a choice.
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Where do I begin?
My parents asked me to marry her.
OK.
They said she's beautiful and nice.
OK.
She said she'll try to love me.
OK.
And we're husband and wife.
OK.
What is needed to share?
It's hard for me to live like this
And
It's difficult for her to be like that
But
We try our best
So
We did our best
Then
We start to feel love
Thus
We start to feel the joy
When did you become sad?
Now I know why
Why accepted to be my wife
Wife-being is not because of parents
Parents of hers are the worst
Worst than her
Her whom I love
Why and why and why?
Oh my, she's pregnant?
Who's the father?
Have I touched her?
She's betraying?
This is the reason for the marriage?
Can I trust her?
So she's lying that she loves me. And so I left her. Alone.
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Then I realize,
She does love me.
Why?
Because two years ago,
She's already dead.
Why?
Because lack of love.
From?
Me.
She does love me.
Why?
Because two years ago,
She's already dead.
Why?
Because lack of love.
From?
Me.
-LifMin-
