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Let me have the last look at you before you do the final “hula hoop.”
Let me have the final look at you before try on your new shoes. Some sizes just don't fit; you have got to hold on to the grit. Their sentiment is too high, and it has them whistling with their heads pointed towards the sky. There are too many bad players in the game they will bring you down to shame. I hope that you can escape from them before they corner you around the bend.

I have been nurturing you so long and watching you trotting along, I have watched you jumped over walls, and I have listened to handling sophisticated brawls, how on heavens earth you did it? Living among the garage and the s**t, with rats and cockroaches crusading in the ceiling and spiders and lizard scampering on the ground while the MPs live in luxury homes and driving around the town with SUV and Mercedes. 

You have endured blatant attacks and I have censored the whispers behind your back, they have fouled a thousand murder plots and look at you now, you are riding on top.

You have no clue what is happening around you, but the light above has been protecting you, you remember the punch that you got in your eye? and the blow to the head that was organized for you to die? You have borne all the pain and you have not suffered in vain. Your story will always be told of how you rebound out of the cold.

Let me have one last look at you before you commit your life to the “beast,” let me have one last look at you before you start dancing in the street, you have gathered so much courage, independence, self-respect and ambition, you have stood up to them all, and slowly watch them fall.

Days upon days you have borne hunger and shame and had to drink water for your daily meal, you have work for long unforgettable hours, and you don’t have a place to take a decent shower, you have to take a bath in a little pan and not even a touch of cream to soften your dry hands.

It is un-imaginable how you did it, and have not fallen into the pit, your method is very good, and everyone should take walk in your worn-out shoes. As you get ready to take your leave, listen carefully to the merciless breeze, it has a special message for you, and it will continue to guide your dream while you pull through.

Never forget who you are and how hard you had to climb to reach the top of the bar, the training is not over yet, and I am very glad that you have finally cross over, let me see you do the final hula-hoops before the next phase begin.
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