Task: Text Categorization
Input (English): a an infant laying in the arm of my mother never think about thing i get least bother and now i ask the same question because i get haunt why people never get what they want take birth in january the time so old like the month my life too be cold like the cold wind would have sweep the area when i take birth today the wind have submerge my life leave no mirth the sky be beautiful a lovely blue but it change rapidly the loved hue many colour it change but i still do n't know do it even get a true one to show like a blind man know little where he 's head to a stick give make him find his way new more than the blind man i be in darkness too until i find the stick but do it find me too i just want my life to hold me together we should gather all the happiness together but my life be n't ready to let me live at that time it 's ok it 's fine i say but i be die i love my life so bad but it get so badly mad i guess i deserve all the pain i have but be i that bad i do n't know when i 'll have my querie dead will i have to take it to my death bed but every night this question do haunt why people never get what they want
Output (English): high