Covetousness opened eyes to oppression, like a planted seed oppression grows to produce the fruit called depression which suppress
and become heavy burden on our heart...
Pains which can't be relate kills little by little.
Pushing through thorny asile, your flesh peeled off and at the end, you found no green light?
What echoes next?
Suicide ‼️
But I was told it's not the next move
Keep pushing till grave have you ππ
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