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Why? Why me Lord? I always asked that same questions, nothing more nothing less. I have a confession. I am not happy. I am not, was not happy with myself and was not happy with my life.
I'm in a situation, Contemplating on my generation's procrastination, Young girls who are infatuated with cosmetic creations, Making decorations out of their bodies, Living in an inflation of relations,
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