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Date: May 12, 2020 Subject: The door. Go and open the door. Maybe there's A feather, a fur or a flesh Under The charcoal sky. Go and open the door. Maybe The leaves' Thrums Is whispering a word. Go and open the door. If there's Mizzle Soon it will stop. Go and open the door. Even if there are No stamping, no squeals Of sirens. If only The wind Wanders, Go and open the door. At least, There will be Some scraps. Graced pen ®
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
The door.
Date: May 12, 2020 Subject: The door. Go and open the door. Maybe there's A feather, a fur or a flesh Under The charcoal sky. Go and open the door. Maybe The leaves' Thrums Is whispering a word. Go and open the door. If there's Mizzle Soon it will stop. Go and open the door. Even if there are No stamping, no squeals Of sirens. If only The wind Wanders, Go and open the door. At least, There will be Some scraps. Graced pen ®
No matter the strength or length of the storm you facing. Think positively, look for little clues to hold for your uplifting and remember that no condition is permanent. Don't look at the bigness of your problem! 'GO GET THE DOOR'. --
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JoshWealth
22/M/Lagos, Nigeria
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
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