With everything that life has to offer,
There's so much to be enjoyed,
But struggles are a part of them,
Sacrificing hunger, thrist and all the fantasies,
But the pleasures of sleeplessness they suffer,
Is the one I cannot avoid.
As the evening comes to a close,
The clock chimed and an unusual took place,
All the droplets on their hopes,
people lose control but,
In the moments of bleak,smirk,
They wonder how it will work?
And of misery roar, just like before,
A fortunate shot resulted in a goal,
A million, two more or less.
~Sups


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