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Divine Intentions


Dear Nana, Your presence is cold. The feel of ice has become an all too familiar occurrence. You are an all but unwelcomed guest. Although I must admit, Seven years I have awaited a visit. Such a prolonged time, Yet you still lack the perseverance to do so. You left me behind, I suppose that means I should let you go. My heart now empty and broke, I will now stand before you and all of pure intentions. Accept me. For I have always accepted your presence, Your divine intentions.
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