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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,
