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Aug 2018
Where will it be told,
and where will it be heard
that all these things you hold
on to are not the way they seem.
You see all these mundane
things you put your hopes on,
they will disperse before you
like the clouds that gathered
together before the rain falls.
People living a fake life.
How can a plastic
rose become real,
there's no magic
that can do that.
To have you must dig
in the dirt with your
hands soiled.
Quit fake life and
fake people but never
quit on yourself.
Be real to yourself.
Giving up is a big sin.
An unimaginable things can
happen when you are weak.
Stand up to whatever challenges you
or stands in your way of progress.
Think and work up your way
to a blissful life.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme
Written by
Emeka Mokeme  M/Nigeria
(M/Nigeria)   
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