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Jul 2021
Pheeew...
At this point, i feel like, i wrote the entire book of lamentations.
They say a Father's love extends, and it's on-ending.
Tch, we called you father
You called us servants... Messengers
Look at who you call children though.
Am i jealous??
**** yes!! Wouldn't you be??
Was i so wrong??
Isn't every parents wish, for their children to surpass them.
Or so i thought.
So i wanted to take your position, it felt cool to be the first for once, so i took the opportunity.
Except maybe, you never actually saw me as a child.
We were in this together, through the time i was made eons ago, i watched the others formed into creation.
And because of that... It got into my head!
deyrah
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