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If you are great let it show, for who will know? Your the "Master of the Ceremony", your job is to serve. Nobody has a clue of the preparation. You know the 6A.M. get up, minor breakfast, and today's prepared schedule. Whispers of haters, siblings of jealousy, bunch of negativity, and everything that blurts out is filthy. But that's how it is though, someone verbatim. Picked out to be picked on is what they call it. They too busy trying to hurt you that they don't notice they helping you. Govern by Spiritual forces. Which means it forces things to occur, in so many ways. What the Devil mean for Bad, The Most High means for Good. Your blessed when they don't want you in their company; you want to question that, it says so right here in the Holy Bible!!! Your great and you know it, I know it, The Lord know it, and those demons know it!! This is not a maze; nevertheless, speaking hypothetically, it seems you already know the way. You been that a way, the right of way. Absolutely & Most Definitely made mistakes, looked left and went astray. But absolutely & most definitely he was a sheep since his birthday. A great day indeed to say the least. Ignore the hate, for it mixes with plan. To be honest, no hate, no motivation, no fuel to the fire, and on top of everything just plain boring. What I'm referring to is "Inevitable." So what am I complaining for? Didn't I always look for support? By any means necessary; nevertheless, it came in the worst way. Regardless of how it comes it want comeback to God unless his mission is complete. Your great just wait and let The Lord do the defeat. - Loverboi

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