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This is another attempt to write poetry, a skill I lost after college romance. In loneliness and solitude I think about my ex-lover, not my girlfriend but lover. She scarred me good and I never fell in love again. A hopeless romantic one may say. Enjoy the poem, stop being judgmental, like you had great success with your romance!

I saw a funny picture on Facebook the other day. It was a simple list about staying healthy: Eat well, sleep enough, exercise, and in the end... you still die. For a moment, I felt like all my effort—all the morning jogs and the boring salads—was a total waste. It seemed like the whole point of life was actually no point at all because the finish line is just the grave. What's the big deal with trying so hard if you just end up dead?