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( #MEEK )

M - My confidence level is neutral in this dilemma I’m in and pride or arrogance or narcissism isn’t in my stride one bit one way or another — thanks for asking (or not LMFAO) — or abiding by my side, basking in a colliding, chaotic commotion…sorry, Father of fantabulous fearlessness, if I am ever doubtful, fearful, uncertain, confusing poetically or bitter emotionally…I must be meek and not think highly of me foolishly
E - Extremely gifted and skillful child I am (however, according to some others, but most importantly) in God’s eyes; additionally, handsome hurts in my skin (cuz God has given me the good books instead of looks and a rather chubby-skinny body tremendously but more to love I guess LOL)…cuz I’m far from flawless in the outside, but I’m a fruit of fervent faith on the inside…go into my shoes of unique Adrenalin…endure eternally and persistence is key (or lack thereof), oh you so-called empathetic human being…I beg to differ actually TBH…SMH…
E - End endless #haters and begin unconditional #lovers, oh Lord of Accord — that, I can’t deny with a sensitive mind and heart…nor His loving Truth I can’t hide…my compassionate spirits of solace hasn’t dried or hasn’t been torn apart…nor am I living a remarkably substantial lie anymore
K - Kid’s karaoke kite, kayaking the rivers of my soul and my spirit of lows and highs is up there in the air till this day or night or whatever the hell it is (I don’t mind at all honestly…hiking this hill of legendary, heroic, benevolent, noble and honorable bliss)…….(God has heard me completely in my ardent prayers and I will eventually stand tall)…humility, modesty and meekness is far better than despair from within (and clouding my catastrophic captivity of envy in the process of it all) that has died forevermore — give God a call and ask and you will receive and weave radiant, resonating remedies of relief from grief…I must still love my enemies and neighbors to the core…although I cussed them out a trillion times already mentally…kindhearted clearly all the more regardless, though change is a challenging chore — chaos ceases and strife is sifted out entirely…
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