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To you , dear God; I put down my humble thanks: My pen drained of pain of laughter- I have been laughing since you told me my greatness is engraved on my forehead greater it is than this gratifications. I strive so hard to thrive, sometimes cut short to breath Perhaps , I don't deserve to breath Pain as be my acquaintances- Do they count many are my acquaintances as a spirit dreadfully live: They write be my right to grow, they been my light wholly night leading to the new-old age of sight: be me their right to their holy greatness, Their site of growth, look; Broth of heal, Broth of cook, Heaven in hell.
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
Passing My Thanks
To you , dear God; I put down my humble thanks: My pen drained of pain of laughter- I have been laughing since you told me my greatness is engraved on my forehead greater it is than this gratifications. I strive so hard to thrive, sometimes cut short to breath Perhaps , I don't deserve to breath Pain as be my acquaintances- Do they count many are my acquaintances as a spirit dreadfully live: They write be my right to grow, they been my light wholly night leading to the new-old age of sight: be me their right to their holy greatness, Their site of growth, look; Broth of heal, Broth of cook, Heaven in hell.
Happy birthday to me😻
Basanele
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
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