are not what they supposed to be. What they promised to be...
Those days are not fun, they are not bright, but I must live them through just like the other days... the 'fun' days... the 'bright' ones...
We all know it's hard but at least I have no choice. I have to get through those days too. There is no other way. At least acceptable for me.
My so called 'mantra' is hidden in this poem... Whoever is the Author, I thank him/her from the bottom of my heart.
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