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Why am like kid to dance on my father's grave. Why am not sure about my fallen story of love. Maybe the passerby call me crazy of course they are not sure about who I am. But they need to know the truth and the world needs to know all but still my mind is allergic on there quotes. The world is truly nothing as it gives me reasons to back in my sorrow gracias. Really our clan is not like wheels, so that we can back in our blood shed, and paint our feathers with the curse of black allies. But please reflect on me, from my family grave I grew, in eyes of my heart murders I make my roots and again with the hands of my neck slaughters we make our land green by irrigating it with forgiveness and remembrance. Now you can understand how my pain is my back pack that seek my joy but still be my burden to bring me down of my crown. My king size my rope, there still a farm we need to renovate and tighten our knots so that the eyes keept at us many needs to change. As we grow we will understand, once we were church mates later we became killers and others became hunts, once we were brothers later we fights in court, once we were Brothers later we became enemies, haters, and nightmare living. From my pain I saw my light, I ended up smiling, my God served my soul and brought united Really they fought, they cured our wombs, they rescued our blood, they vallued our land, and seek my happiness again. Again we ate our bread with juice instead of roots and thirst, we made it sadly to make happy land ancestry DNA. Let's build together, let's continue our strategy straight forward to our motto. I see my lights starting and my vow renewals with my heart beeping maybe am winning and my sword will protect rather than shaddind our blood with innocents soul. I see Victorious holding victory and the victory is my pride and that's our light.
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Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 4:43 AM UTC
JeanLouisSegoe
MASKED SORROW
Why am like kid to dance on my father's grave. Why am not sure about my fallen story of love. Maybe the passerby call me crazy of course they are not sure about who I am. But they need to know the truth and the world needs to know all but still my mind is allergic on there quotes. The world is truly nothing as it gives me reasons to back in my sorrow gracias. Really our clan is not like wheels, so that we can back in our blood shed, and paint our feathers with the curse of black allies. But please reflect on me, from my family grave I grew, in eyes of my heart murders I make my roots and again with the hands of my neck slaughters we make our land green by irrigating it with forgiveness and remembrance. Now you can understand how my pain is my back pack that seek my joy but still be my burden to bring me down of my crown. My king size my rope, there still a farm we need to renovate and tighten our knots so that the eyes keept at us many needs to change. As we grow we will understand, once we were church mates later we became killers and others became hunts, once we were brothers later we fights in court, once we were Brothers later we became enemies, haters, and nightmare living. From my pain I saw my light, I ended up smiling, my God served my soul and brought united Really they fought, they cured our wombs, they rescued our blood, they vallued our land, and seek my happiness again. Again we ate our bread with juice instead of roots and thirst, we made it sadly to make happy land ancestry DNA. Let's build together, let's continue our strategy straight forward to our motto. I see my lights starting and my vow renewals with my heart beeping maybe am winning and my sword will protect rather than shaddind our blood with innocents soul. I see Victorious holding victory and the victory is my pride and that's our light.
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