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a jobless lad sited waiting for a meal, loud he thinks ''what a living is this; sort of a disgrace i am, my grades and past life expectations were these?'' seriously he studied ,hoping a future, he  struggled and went without meals at times, but to his disbelief in the future he saw as bright, there was no meal! he is still seated waiting for his dream to come pass, perhaps his dish, and something for the child!
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Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 3:59 PM UTC
jobless
a jobless lad sited waiting for a meal, loud he thinks ''what a living is this; sort of a disgrace i am, my grades and past life expectations were these?'' seriously he studied ,hoping a future, he  struggled and went without meals at times, but to his disbelief in the future he saw as bright, there was no meal! he is still seated waiting for his dream to come pass, perhaps his dish, and something for the child!
life is a lie
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Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 3:59 PM UTC
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