If you know my story, you will not envy.
If you know my beaten path, you will not want a part.
You see lips that smile, underneath eyes that cry.
You see hands that hold steady, not the heart that is racing.
When you say you wish you had my choices, you do not know the crosses.
When you say you will give anything, you know nothing.
– Osasu Oviawe
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