One of the most humorous conditions that a creature could burden itself with is a somnambulant desire to be to it’s own liking .
Maxillary extrapolation although a positive political expectorant is likewise a practical partiality .
I prefer to  be philanthropically phenological although rational impedance is my histophysiology .  My present participle is practical pragmatism and tertiary transcendentalism .  Xenoplasticly speaking I feel alone but plausibility is a probationer in reflective self awareness .  Atrociously impetuous I proceeded amidst heinously horrendous heckledom .  Adequate inflection is a relevant relative to retaliatory regression but I digress .  Paraphernalia is a practitioner to plausibility’s cause and should be assimilated through cognizance  not perfunctory preferentialism .
Hegelian humanitarianism must supersede political subterfugalism or all may be lost in quagmire .

When life through you lemon make lemonade.
When problem appear in you life make it progress.
When friends turn their back stand up straight and move on
If people confront you just comfort them

What ever
We are in a journey, not knowing our place to reach but we keep moving.

When people stear you make it steering.
When people make jokes of you make it joko and drink it.

What ever life gives you don't hesitate to give an opposite of it

What ever eish
Yaa
What ever

I might not be liked
But he like me
You may call me names but he call me one.

You may not accept me but he kept on accepting me.
I have been rounded and grounded
Steered but my name didn't turn to be the other.

Thanks to him that I am breathing
Shaking my hands like those who call themselves somebody.

He is my saviour and he will never show his back bone.
Sympathy, fingers, mummering,agly staff may be chosen to be mine.

All I wish is for everyone to know.
I didn't chosen to work for it but I have been attacked just like a toddler fighting to breath.

All I know he is my saviour and saviour save people

Closing my eyes as I am praying.
Thinking twice as I was hardly deciding.

Alone I ask my self plenty of questions but undermining my response.
Scratching my head
Rubbing my nose but but it was like a dog trying to remove lice on its skin.

Trying to associate my self
But they kicked me out of their team
Memories appear and disappear but I kept thinking and realized is not good to be alone ,but is good to be alone with God

Walking like a dead men alive.
Jumping the gun while no one shoot.
Feeling depressed like mental disturbed.

Everyone look me like a monster.
Looking in the world like I don't belong there, like a fish taken out of water and willing to return back .

Everyone were putting shame on me.
Tears fall several times and questions with no answer's were internally asked.

Sleeping with nightmare and scream in the middle of the night.
Beginning to stand in my feet.
Asking God if my blood is black than others,or anything I did roughly.

cryed and confers to him who created me,set me free  and make me
My life out of nuisance and make it nonsense to the one who made it in my life

Hopeless is a language of fools.
It changes human into low self-esteem.
Giving up can be his/her first priority.
Shame will be his/her greetings.
Stress will be an intoxicating drink that will slow down and depressed the brain.

Its time to change negative into positive.
Careless into careful.
Stress into strength.
Then we will change hopeless into hopefully.