Answer Me

Do we live to suffer or do we suffer to make living?
I asked the same question to myself for many times, curious and inpatient
The sun goes shinning but a cloudy sky still shading over him
People still bombarding the old begger for his gain without any exact job description
The street is crowded but no one see the weirdo being lonely among people
I wonder, if the world is a role play, why it’s full of complicated steps than it should be
Why there’s no man who goes out of exception to prove us ”life is wrong”
Call me psycho but answer me

Hi, I’m Twizzle and my freelance blogs are here


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