A Poem: Which one is more miserable?
I often wonder,
Which one is more miserable?
Being stood on a date!
Or
Being unseen on a date!
Bowing before Him for you have no other option!
Or
Bowing before Him heartlessly but willingly!
Finding the bitter truth!
Or
Telling yourself that bitter truth is way better than a beautiful lie!
I often wonder,
Which one is more miserable?
Is it being with others?
Or
Is it being with one own self?
I often wonder,
Which one is more miserable?
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