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The teenage author is trying to engage herself in activities that occupy less time and satisfy her.

Don't get your hopes high

Her heart said

No one would want someone like me

Why am I the only one waiting for love

While everyone is here loving one another

We are busy messing with each other

Let's not go too high

To not be able to recall our roots

Let's not hide in the shadow of this silent night

That gulps down own all the good at once

and lives behind the residue in the form of lifelong regret and guilt

There is nothing more to life than what we want

once you decide you are satisfied

You can gleefully live long

But if you decide to chase after things

that barely make any sense

No power can get you back your happy life.