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Everything hurt, and I knew I should not make a sound and keep it to myself.
Everybody was at pain and I needed to put myself at the last line.

I was suffering, too, but the world didn't know because I seemed fine.
I acted like things were at place because that's where I am good at.

I came off to be so strong when my knees wanted to fall on the floor.

I didn't know that my own puzzles would be this difficult; it continuously puts me on the road I will never be familiarized of.

I didn't know that my own game will be my own trap.

I didn't know that I will restlessly remain running with the endless marathon I set.

It was a fair game to everybody but not to me.

Maybe, I was too exceptional being so selfless, in which I always make anyone win at any cost.
That I am so much willing to bring myself at the bottom just so could I can be the stairs they'll use to reach their peaks.

I was alone and sad, and nobody was there to take away the weights.

I was scared, too, that loneliness might kill me, but I just got used to it anyways.

I've learnt that, no matter what I do, good or bad, life isn't getting any better.
That no matter how great you do things, doesn't mean you're saved from despairs of life.

I'm just hoping that, if ever the day I'd die comes, know that I was too busy helping to even blame anybody.

I am still glad to bear the ground full of thorns I chose to walk on.
And I will forever be happy that I took this trip for the ones I have always loved.