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"The Gift"


I’m not an exception To the rule Yet, I try so hard I’m like one grain in the sand A particle in the sky I’m nothing but a spectacle Yet, I try so hard What separated the Milky Way? What separated Earth? What separated light from the abyss? What separates me from 7 billion people? Is passion a blessing or a curse? To love for the inevitable outcome HE gives 7 billion gifts How many can use them? Like everyone’s given oxygen But some still can’t breathe Yet, I try so hard
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