It was most of the times troublesome.
Half of tis existence, problematic.
It was before the envy of many.
It is now jealous and envious.
It was happy and gay during its tender years.
Now cries and sobs it only hears.
Then, it hopes for luxuries.
Now it yearns for peace.
Before it wishes for more.
Today it wants less.
Less chaos.
Less conflicts.
Less obstacles --my life.
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