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Nov 2018
I had to allow some things go away
For better things to come my way
I (almost) cried for some things that I had to give
But the pain is nothing compared to what I received
Letting go creates room for more to come
Giving is like a seed planted
that becomes fruits to be harvested
It's only in the dictionary where
Reward comes before sacrifice!
Gods1son
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Gods1son  26/M/Canada
(26/M/Canada)   
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