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One hundred hours have passed since my last meal.
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My mind is a Bee Hive
It’s beginning to spook me.
I am a lake
How to Change The World
Now is a gift in bow
Isn’t it tragic how as we grow, we use the word ‘Play’ less. Why is that?
The lesson is so simple it was hiding in place sight.
Are we not supposed to feel great?
The Fortress
Jesse Ojuka 