We can't stop a blessing,
We don't have that kind of power.
Whatever was yours anyway,
Will come to you in some hour.
Whatever was not meant for you,
Can't threaten you anymore.
So, stop obsessing what was never,
Even going to be yours.
We hear it is what it is,
Well, it couldn't be what it ain't.
Redundancy states the obvious,
Like color in the paint.
😊
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