Why Me?

I often think

Why me?

I often say

Why me?

I cry over 

Why me?

but I get the answer: This is for me..

This hurts me

Pricks me and Pains me

but soon I feel 

This is for me to grow amidst thorns

so I survive in the future wilderness

This is for me to bloom 

and I should accept and prove my fate

that that

I can create a better reality out of my present.

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