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Jun 2023
The son of my mother seems not to talk to me.
I treat him like a best friend while he treats me as his enemy
Hopefully some day he’ll see I want the best for him
And I hope that one day he and I will make a better team.
My respect goes out to those who respects their family.
Only in such  a respect can people give birth to royalty.
uzzi obinna
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uzzi obinna  35/M/Brisbane, QLD Australia
(35/M/Brisbane, QLD Australia)   
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