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SUCKS
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SUCKS

SUCKS


Let us all agree that life sucks, in the weirdest ways possible. We find ourselves trapped in situations we once believed we could handle, smiling through battles we never imagined we would have to fight.


Life has been hitting hard, but we choose to ignore it. We convince ourselves to move on because, somehow, we believe there will always be a shoulder to lean on, someone to remind us that everything will be okay.


Nobody tells you to prepare for the unexpected. Instead, they say, “It has never happened to you, so why worry?” Advice fills their mouths until life decides to teach you a lesson no words can explain.


Let us agree that life sucks, and sometimes, it hurts far more than we ever expected.


Sometimes, all it takes is one harmless morning call to change everything. One conversation, one sentence, one moment, and suddenly, the world you knew becomes a place you barely recognize.


Now, there is no shoulder to cry on. No familiar voice to calm the storm inside. Nobody seems to understand what you are going through, and slowly, you begin questioning your sanity.


The hardest part isn't always losing something sometimes, it's losing yourself while pretending you're still okay, hoping tomorrow hurts a little less than yesterday.

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Spoken words,story telling , poem and mystery
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What if I could rewrite the stars, weaving my deepest longings into their light, just to show you how desperately my soul wishes to live?

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