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This Time
All seems wasted now you comb your hair. While your eyes search for a backdoor to get out. All you could do was to leave your deeds at the door. As you entered this room of sickness and doubt.
The Great Depression
We are the sons and daughters of a revolution, revolutionaries walking us out of opression and into a. no-low promise land.. . and this is leaves us with a great sense of sadness dwelling inside our soul. no one can explain where.
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