There were two friends nearby on there dirt bikes. Why do you always insist on taking the hard road? The one asked to the other. Why do you assume I see two roads, he replied. Sometimes there is no easy way out. You have to stand strong. There is no easy road, only a road rather you see it broken or fixed is up to you.
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Solitary days and humble nights
PoetryThis is a book of poetry and short story's Book 1