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I'm Fine.



I'm fine.

Believe me, I'm fine...

...just a little tired.

(Chuckles)

Okay...maybe I'm very tired.

I just need to stand.

Oh.

I don't want to stand.

This moment will pass.

I wouldn't always be this sad.

When the time comes that I stop being this sad,

Just pray I haven't died.

 Zaynerb

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  1. Nafisat19 June 2020 at 04:34

    This is how most of us feel but we go dey alright

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    1. Zaynerb2 May 2021 at 08:56

      You no lie. Las las, we go dey alright

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  2. Onlyfresh19 June 2020 at 04:35

    Terse but incredulous.... Keep

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  3. Unknown19 June 2020 at 04:49

    I hope we all get to make it through and be fine in the end too.

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  4. Oluwaseyi Ige19 June 2020 at 04:50

    I'm tired too. But jot too tires sha. 😂

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  5. iinspire19 June 2020 at 05:57

    True feelings

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  6. Unknown19 June 2020 at 09:59

    Amidst all the grief, have hope. Always remember remember that when you can't change something increase your dua.

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    1. Zaynerb2 May 2021 at 08:56

      You have spoken really well. Who else can assist us other than Allah?

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  7. Unknown22 June 2020 at 05:52

    Yep..this is woww...my pen pal...😍

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  8. vincent25 March 2021 at 20:58

    Don’t be tired please!

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    1. Zaynerb2 May 2021 at 09:04

      We all have sad moments. Thanks for your concern. I feel great now

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