I'veworked hard and still keep on working harder until my body won't allow me to doit anymore. I can see my produces, but they kept on describing me with words like that of a man resting for years lazily; doing nothing and being a burden for everything.
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Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.
