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At God's doorstep asking for forgiveness, Asking for help really. Lost somewhere and could not be found, I am still searching for myself, in past, the present, future. Don't really know, or have no plans, Among thousand of islands the stranded one I am not. I am at the doorstep of the God.
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC
At God's doorstep.
At God's doorstep asking for forgiveness, Asking for help really. Lost somewhere and could not be found, I am still searching for myself, in past, the present, future. Don't really know, or have no plans, Among thousand of islands the stranded one I am not. I am at the doorstep of the God.
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC
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