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Aug 2021
If we write, it's isn't  about us
                    it's isn't   about fame
                    it's more than a passion

When we lift our eyes up,
We see the sky
We see its beautiful  Azure blue colour
And went we pay attention, we have a  vision of Heaven :
Suddenly a face appears, it's sad it has a gray-dark colour
Its tears is made of blood
And in his sobbings he gives us messages
We write them down
We write to inspire a change
We write to raise awareness
We write to teach




When our words are not helpful to others, it helps us.
But even in our number, we don't succeed to give a smile to the Father

So we say : if our words are not interesting,
Keep it's central message and render it interesting, in your way 
And together let's rejoice the heart of God Our Father . And let's give Him Back His Smile

His Arms are wide open, let's Go back to Him and live in His ways, He've already send someone to lead Us 🙏🏽🙏🏽. Jesus Christ of Nazareth . The only way to God.
NGANGO HONORÉ
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NGANGO HONORÉ  19/M
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