I thought,It was just another morning,
and would be as usual boring
It came without warning,
To show how I was faring,
All I did in my life,
Was nothing but strife?
Realized that I did nothing,
For whom I was everything
Wrote down all I wanted to say,
Kneeled down to god to pray
Because,
It wasn’t just another morning,
It was the day of my mourning.
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