Where love breaks your soul, relax, take notes of how it went wrong. Life is not about being strong but knowing how to pick up yourself, just another day in the village, I gave my skin some lotion just to make it softer while it was going to be burned by sun, all the lessons are the same but the weak assumes.
I got myself excluded from knowledge cause of being over protective, but the outcome is usually a brutal beat down, now I starve for success like a teenage single mother, and I won't stop taking bullets for my people, even once it landed my career being delayed but the ends must be made
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