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Tommorow


Tommorow is death, hunger and sadness.

Tommorow is breath,Feasting  and gladness.

However tommorrow may not even come.

  And that's fine  because tommorow  is a curse,that withers some soul's in sorrow

Blood beat heart that starts with horror. Witnesses of war and rape all torn down, corruption of

Governments and men built up. NO! you say, but yes thisis tommorow , in life Men rule and are ruled.

For that Circumstance must be comfort. So , live with freedom and breath because here

there is Tommorow !  Here , There is no hunger and there is no sorrow! Who knows what the future holds

, but for that we'll wait till Tommorow.

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ieb247
<p>This is for the #filter&nbsp; scholorship program , please share . Thank you</p>

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