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Jean Grae - Love Song

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Jean Grae - Love Song
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Maintaining a positive mindframe during hard times is the antidote for success.
I will Manifest in,,,LIFE, LOVE, PROSPERITY, PERFECT HEALTH, MONETARY BLESSINGS and HAPPINESS

The wind blows in every direction DAILY DIARY by illustrious

The wind blows in every direction by illustrious INTRO To give you a little back ground, my book ‘The wind blows in every direction” is basically my testimony, in life, what I’ve been thru, my struggles, my learning experiences and my FAITH. The title speak for itself, It means how god at times was sending me blessings in every direction, and most of the times I was at a point in my life when I   had NO faith, which cause me to miss my greatest blessings. This poem here basically speaks for itself, it’s a poetic version of my trials in life, I’ve been thru trials and tribulations I’ve been thru them dark holes in rough situations At times I wish my heart would sleep with painless constipation Hoping to run into that damn light, with no fucking hesitation But my pride kept me up, and my god was my strength Personally I’m saved, just by being a lil bit diligent Acknowledging him at all times, like splash where did my problems went He came thru at all-time, like splash, Where did my...

Wipe Out Short Fiction by: Nancy Silfort

Wipe Out                 My name is Raquel Samuels. I’ve been working as a Forensic Homicide Detective for the past five years for Dade County Police Department. During my time working here, I’ve seen a lot of unbearable cases. The good thing about it is that I was able to be blessed with a lot of strength and courage to do the job that I do. As a mother of one, I never really like my job, I was just always infatuated with the people who became a part of it, that made me love it. It was a Tuesday afternoon, one of my days off, I was at the nearby “TOTS 2 LOVE”, DAYCARE just starring at an empty playground, watching the wind blow the lonely swings back and forth. I wasn’t too far from it, but I could still hear the swings squeaking at every motion as if a little invisible child was present. I tried to understand why my previous case, involving a little four year old Caucasian girl, that was snatched from that ne...

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