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Staring at all these notes
that i had to squeeze into my tiny brain,
My soul departed from my weak body,
I see myself in a place where i can smell and see the nature,
a place where i can smile and shout my heart out.

I am depress,it seems that all my hard work had gone into the drain,
My heart turned sour,i am beginning to give up,
Why? Am i not good enough?
Who can i blame but myself, a loser