My heart shall joyously nurses never a grief,
Joy in my marrow shall release health in my heart relief,
That which is planted in our hearts shall surely geminate.
No more space for grief.
A broken heart is so sorrowful;
It crashes the spirit.
Grief dried the bones;
Bitterness is but a bad bitch a thief,
Bitterness is a dried soul merchandise;
I am no longer her merchant.
Good news refreshes the bones-
Of he that is crown a chief.
The wave, and the sea;
Cannot stop the fellowship of lief.
Breaking news is fill with sorrow as a rief.
Sorrow is real, pain is more real.
Our dreams at night of our own ghost;
Chasing us is grief by day!
Each man must prove his faithfulness,
Mouth of fools vomit his own foolishness.
I seek relieve from all that I ever offended,
Praying those who transgress against me may find forgiveness.
💦✍🏼 Prince Ojoka💧🇳🇬
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