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Every man
Is for himself..
Just like a shirt,
With tight long sleeve
You try to wear
Or take it out,
Until you learn
Not to expect,
Much from people
And a pie crust
Nothing you will
Get done to dust.
Best helping hand
Is at the end
Of a long sleeves,
Just you to fend.
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
Humorously true. My people have a saying that your own arm is your closest kin. After God, na only you sure pass. 💪
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Gbam
The hammer is on the nail here ooo. O.Y.O. lol
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Ecclesiastes 11:1 KJVS
Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days.
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Yes…
It means worry not, I guess.
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Nope! What it means is: help someone in need and when the time comes that you need help someone will help you.
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Okay
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But trust me, i am my own self on my own lane, but i’d help if i can
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Lol.
OYO mood… On your own.
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lol
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