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Owe Nobody

Owe Nobody

Try your best not to owe Nobody
Because the form in which you borrowed might might not be the form in which you pay.
You might say its no big deal
But at the end it might cost your blood and sweat,you won't forget this ordeal.
The offers always appears as friendly
But it turns into a dangerous poison which is so deadly.
Not everyone that appears calm is innocent
The crazy bad ones you know might when you compare are the saints.
The nice ones turn bitter because of too much disappointing blows becoming the new ranked top villain.
We are told not to expect anything from anyone but why then are we all tied up with thrive and competitions that dips us deep in debts.
So do your best not to Owe the right persons
For the life you think you own isn't really yours,some folks will make their puppets for them to toy with and play

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Bradford

Hey cleo I think that is what is wrong with politics.  When someone wins an election they owe so many people favors but by the end they forget the regular folk who put them up in power . It is true for life I  general as well . Great write. Rock 

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Hi Hrl, it's funny some folks with twist and tie your hands for what they called a favor that ought to make one progress but in the end, it leads to so much backwardness. Thanks a lot. Cheers.

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