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The Life of a Teenager.


In an Apartment living among Arabs day and night

Is Where I always see the light.

 

Taught with honesty, love, and generosity

And hope for nothing more. 

 

A teenager boy who full of joy 

Strong to the point that it can destroy.

pain, depression and even Grief are nothing 

to handle as if it is a big deal. 

 

“Labeled as ironic” they say, in supersonic.

“Lucky and happy life” they also say, next to their wifes.

 

I would accept what they say because 

it’s coming from the door of everyday!!!

 
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