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Frustration When your ink stops bleeding. #quotes #writing #stops #breathing #healing

Frustration When your ink stops bleeding. #quotes #writing #stops #breathing #healing

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Sometime through wind of changes you become a different person then You were for good and still be YOU. The little kid and rascal stays inside you 😊 Child in you

Sometime through wind of changes you become a different person then You were for good and still be YOU. The little kid and rascal stays inside you 😊 Child in you

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जब भी कभी गुस्सा करके थक जाता हूँ, माँ कि गोद मे सर रखकर सो जाता हूँ।। #NojotoQuote माँ #akhi_shayar #akhi #shayar #akhishayar #mother #sleep #child#anger

जब भी कभी गुस्सा करके थक जाता हूँ, माँ कि गोद मे सर रखकर सो जाता हूँ।। #NojotoQuote माँ #akhi_shayar #akhi #shayar #akhishayar #mother #sleep #child#anger

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Poem Title: "The Child In Me" By: Evangelist Moses Kelvin Fembeh. At home and school, the famous child, Susan. Dad's favorite and mum's best, Being the first child Mum always calls, Suzie! come; And when I look at Dad, his lovely smiles keeps me sturdy in the home. Dad & mum obey me, And cheers me up and spoilt me with gifts. Being stylish at my behavior, bothersome my mum becomes. At school, my aunty also obey me at once. At school I'm easy-going In reality I'm stilly, But, I won't be taking care by a temerarious, Nanny. Aunty at school is loving, caring, and compassionate, At school, I'm apprehended from causing problem, But her unconditional love is unbeatable and extraordinary and it's a protective shield, To me, my parents and aunty, are everything. I harkens to them all. Yeah though Promised I made to be transformed but the child in me Keeps growing until. At five, My child in me, Impuissant A wandering young Suzie at school. My parents at work, Calling my aunty to check on me at the stated clock Under my aunty protective shields, At school am perfectly okay. Though eager I become to see my parents, When I look around the school premises, I find no relative I tend to cling to my aunty Betty, and my peers, My 'first day at school was boring, I preserved the child in me. My Aunty, My sweet aunty at school applauded me, for being calm. The child in me explodes on the following weeks, And work becomes hectic but just fine by aunty, Being a foreigner to my first, ever school, I noted new things, such as learning to talk and singing rhymes. Rhyme: Johnny Johnny Yes Pa; Eating Sugar, No Papa Telling lies, no Papa, Open your mouth Hahahahahaha🤣🤣haha"!!! What a toilsome and observant Aunty! She can predict my every mood and act with confidentiality. I am the luckiest child on Earth to be loved and cared by my parents. The child in me grows The child in me inactive at five The child in me awesome to Daddy, The child in me bothersome to mum, The child in me hectic for aunty at school. The child in me beautiful in my eyes. The child in me... All I could say metamorphoses ® Copyright Reserved © Evangelist Moses Kay. 15th October, 2019. A Child In Me

Poem Title: "The Child In Me" By: Evangelist Moses Kelvin Fembeh. At home and school, the famous child, Susan. Dad's favorite and mum's best, Being the first child Mum always calls, Suzie! come; And when I look at Dad, his lovely smiles keeps me sturdy in the home. Dad & mum obey me, And cheers me up and spoilt me with gifts. Being stylish at my behavior, bothersome my mum becomes. At school, my aunty also obey me at once. At school I'm easy-going In reality I'm stilly, But, I won't be taking care by a temerarious, Nanny. Aunty at school is loving, caring, and compassionate, At school, I'm apprehended from causing problem, But her unconditional love is unbeatable and extraordinary and it's a protective shield, To me, my parents and aunty, are everything. I harkens to them all. Yeah though Promised I made to be transformed but the child in me Keeps growing until. At five, My child in me, Impuissant A wandering young Suzie at school. My parents at work, Calling my aunty to check on me at the stated clock Under my aunty protective shields, At school am perfectly okay. Though eager I become to see my parents, When I look around the school premises, I find no relative I tend to cling to my aunty Betty, and my peers, My 'first day at school was boring, I preserved the child in me. My Aunty, My sweet aunty at school applauded me, for being calm. The child in me explodes on the following weeks, And work becomes hectic but just fine by aunty, Being a foreigner to my first, ever school, I noted new things, such as learning to talk and singing rhymes. Rhyme: Johnny Johnny Yes Pa; Eating Sugar, No Papa Telling lies, no Papa, Open your mouth Hahahahahaha🤣🤣haha"!!! What a toilsome and observant Aunty! She can predict my every mood and act with confidentiality. I am the luckiest child on Earth to be loved and cared by my parents. The child in me grows The child in me inactive at five The child in me awesome to Daddy, The child in me bothersome to mum, The child in me hectic for aunty at school. The child in me beautiful in my eyes. The child in me... All I could say metamorphoses ® Copyright Reserved © Evangelist Moses Kay. 15th October, 2019. A Child In Me

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There is no existence of failure Failure is our pessimism The brightness is life In the short lived life every breathing is every success Happiness is the key to healthy Breathing Only love can assure that breathing

There is no existence of failure Failure is our pessimism The brightness is life In the short lived life every breathing is every success Happiness is the key to healthy Breathing Only love can assure that breathing

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there's something so sweet, in a child who quietly sleeps. it's like, the eety beety troll; who cannot help but stroll; suddenly, got tired, of it all. the child, who cannot stop, asking, just got tired of the very thing; so, he simply went to sleep; and i can have a peaceful keep. the little baby turned back, to the cute angel, in the rack. now, i can clean the bits and pieces, of his hurricane feats and mazes. a child really looks like an angel when he sleeps. wordplay. #child #sleep #angel #yopowrimo #yqbaba

there's something so sweet, in a child who quietly sleeps. it's like, the eety beety troll; who cannot help but stroll; suddenly, got tired, of it all. the child, who cannot stop, asking, just got tired of the very thing; so, he simply went to sleep; and i can have a peaceful keep. the little baby turned back, to the cute angel, in the rack. now, i can clean the bits and pieces, of his hurricane feats and mazes. a child really looks like an angel when he sleeps. wordplay. #child #sleep #angel #yopowrimo #yqbaba