Walking Alone in a BUsy Street

I was alone and weary in a busy street where people are doing for their own living. Who is my friend? nobody dares to observe my desperate soul and listen to my words when nobody understands my inner conflict. In this city, man only comes when they need something from you and leave when you are no longer that important. I could not understand of why you exist in this crazy world when nobody cares enough of you. Painful and sufferings are what we are living here. Desperation grows because nobody tries to reach out of you. Man lives in a self sacrifice way in as much it is painful enough when you think only, nobody cares enough of you. However, there is someone who is out there watching over us. He is much worried about us of how we are suffering and could not find ways to overcome our burdens. We will just spend more time alone with Him and listen to our inner conscious which is the source to make peace to someone who never looks to your sadness.

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