Troubles
The world has many troubles and people
who trouble it, but see I heard from this
old wise man that there is a trouble looking for me.
So I bought lots of bodyguard to protect me
from this trouble that seeks to exile me.
But then later on I found out that the trouble that seeks for me,
is always two steps in front of me and two steps behind.
The trouble that I finally found out that was chasing me was
the shadow behind me that only shows up when the sunlight is shiny on me.
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