*✍🏽✍🏽✍🏽9th of January,2020.*
I feel my birth into this world is a *blessing*,so I am meant to glow every *season*...though confronted with the *hustle* and *bustle* but deep is the feeling that I've gat to come out not as a *brittle* human.

How can I overcome to gravitational pull that wanna let me *down?* Isn't it possible that I swallow the water that wanna get me *drown*?...In the verge of solving that wanna make me a *clown*,I found a collection of sheets of paper called *book* which tastes better than a meal from a professional *cook*.

Went through the pages of this *piece* and here arrive my *peace*...as days graduate into weeks and weeks into *years*,these books led me out of my *mysteries* and here I am being a crucial part of people's *stories.*

*©Dynamic Hajia*
*#Thursday Times#*

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