My strength has become my weakness.
My laughter has been my downfall.
My friends have become my enemies.
My love has been the reason for my tears.
Who am I?
I sow love but harvest hatred.
I give out joy, but receive bitterness.
I dry their sleeve, but mine is soaked.
I heal the broken, but am irreparable.
What am I?
Nature is my only helper.
It is peaceful and innocuous.
But now the falling rain reminds me of my sleepless nights. What am I?
But the rain is needed to grow my nature.
The sun dries the rain but is never
found in my sleepless nights.
If I show myself, I will harvest deadly.
So I put on my fake smile.
I am me!
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