When everything's partially over,
when the peak sleeks,
when most of the time,
the story isn't all about me,
I'd just like everyone to blessed.
I wish that there's too much smiles and laughter to share among,
that no one will feel like a lone soldier,
where the shoulders are always stood up by mates side by side,
that they knew,
they were blessed with the existence of each other.
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