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The Dilemma

To be or not to be is the question,
Tired I am of desire deprivation.
Seldom doth the flower bloom,
Drowning down in wordly gloom.
I had the ambition, I had a dream,
Pursue talents with certain gleam.
Alas ! These wishes didn’t last so long,
With power came responsibility along.

Life indeed is not a bed of roses, 
Burdens and hurdles society imposes. 
Habits and tastes we ought comprom...

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