MY HANDWRITING IS ROUGH
I needed these things; I know I am due for them; these needs are pressing, and I accomplished them all perfectly. Life became more good, and everything worked so smoothly. After all, I didn't sin; it's okay to crave and fight for what I want.
Undeniably, I was doubting if God really wanted me here, but I'm here already. What's the worst that could happen? I love this Job, I love this man, I love this Life.

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