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Jan 2019
Nothing scares me the most,like my death day
The fact that it's unknown
Makes me wonder if I'm qualified to go to Heaven
I know the requirements
But out of  my 7300 days of being alive,I would be lying to myself if I say I've met the requirements
I pray that God offers me a supplementary examination and have mercy on me
To get my pass through the gates of Heaven
Because surely the repercussion of my actions got the Angel of death doubting my existence
Our time on earth is temporary.
Huguette
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Huguette  F/At your house
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