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My fire comesfrom mother's joywho waddles and standson bending knee, breaking backfor the joy of me.I am inspired. My fire sparksfrom your heart and mine
Through life it was hard to find an inspiration. I would easily give up and be left in frustration. Until God came into my life and blessed me with amazing people.
In this collective suffering Is where i hide my grief I bury it alongside The deaths of bodies The betrayals and the loss It is here i light candles