How does a troubled life begin or end. Is it the deeds of one who lives this life which leads him to these troubles or is it the way things are with the world. I have been a victim of fraud and the double fraud, I face consequences to the extreme, before that I was a victim to a broken heart, before that a victim to agorophobia. Do tough times end with the person or is that some form of poetry. People and their causes, people and their predicaments, I feel lost and broken but then look up to the sky and try and see the meaning, maintain hope in the fact that this world is a temporary place. Why give pleasure only to take it away, why the pain, why the punishment of a fallen man to me who was created in vain.
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