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Sep 2021
If your love and beauty blossomed trees of life.

Why should you wilt over a piece of dirt?

You are the one growing above all
Stop doubting your progress
Your growth is slow in transition
See every obstacle as a test of faith.
You were meant for what you believe in
Descovia
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