Dreams are sometimes a passion,
many dreamers were destined, I look at dreams as a blessing, a cheat code, especially when I'm in breast mode, Unstoppable, undefeatable, unrepeatable. I was made with a purpose, on purpose by the one above, But when He made me He accidentally added too much love, I cherish His opinion, I cherish His talk, You can see my steps are ordered by the way that i walk. Yes I may grow weary, and I may lose strength, when I speak all the intellect comes from my brain, I cant be framed, some days I will be drained, and you may be able to drive me insane, but trust and believe i will rise again. Why cause God is my lover and friend.

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