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Angels talk

  • Samton Gina
  • Nov 8, 2017
  • 1 min read

Seeking a place where we’ll smile because we’re happy and not the bottle we’re stuck in where we’re surrounded by faces who expect smiles from our faces, seeking a place with endless laughs and not a single cry for pain, seeking a place where we’ll share Champaign instead of letting the music cover our tribulations, a place where headaches will be caused by laughing too hard and a place where we’ll have our partners by our sides.


Knowing your pain how am I supposed to ask if you’re doing better, the audacity of inquiring about your health whilst I know very well you’re going through tenderness? I stood by your door the other day I overheard you calling him out, you vowed that he hasn’t done anything in your life but did you forget he has been with you all these years?


I’m merely a messenger and I ought to take care of you, lately you’ve been going through a hard time, and lately you’ve distanced your beliefs because of the struggle you’ve been facing. I haven’t stepped foot in your shoes, I’m merely a messenger.

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