Prolog

Having lots of precious things is hard
If we want something
Sometimes we should sacrifice other
Precious thing like heart
In this world there are so many kind of people
And so many kind of dreams
People are fighting each other
Crying and laughting one another
Between all of them
How many people succeed their dreams
And how many
who reach their dreams and feel satisfied
Maybe no one ever know that
Because
Who decide the answer are us

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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