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I love to pick my pen and write.
I crave to tell stories and tales

Moaning about twist of life and fate
That leaves me in my present state.

In melancholy I reason.
As days pass with seasons
In subtleness I brood
Over little events that unfold.

When will tribulations cease?
When would I have inner peace!
In my silence or wrath
Action or inaction

Which ever way, these little things must stop!
I am Bolarinwa, I am strong!
Son of Ogidi wont' stay stuck!
Victory is here
I am royal, I am Gem.

I am called strength, I am strong!

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