Sometimes we wish we could sing like the singers who make our hair stand on ends at the back of our necks. Sometimes I wish I was one of them. Sometimes it gets to me when I try to express myself. It gets harder when we are so engrossed writing almost everything connected with the world of politics.
Sometimes we wish we could justs make ends meet with our voices. But we wish is different from whats in store for us out there in the beautiful and yet wicked world. Sometimes we wish that our friends are not so brutal and cruel to enjoy our failures but thats the way the world works.It’s music to their ears when your wish fails you.
Sometimes we wish we could justs cry aloud and its politics again I’m afraid “We are BN but people will still point to us and say Your wish is not my concern and you are more…
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