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My story of woes came to an end when looking through the papers one evening sitting on the balcony at Felicia’s house. I read a report of a man found dead along the highway, apparently killed while trying to cross the road. It was a hit and run. There was a small picture of him, the one from his National I.D. card. That’s when I saw it… the name, Gregory Akil Williams.
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Samuel
I'm 26 years old.
And this is my creed.
My voice is a tool in destiny's toolbox.
My words are the ammo of providence's slingshot.
My thoughts are the paths in fate's journey,
My intentions projections of success divine.
I write because I choose to speak
of the things the cause the world to spin.
I write because I can
and i believe my words will someday make an impact.
I'm not an agent of change as some many conclude or think.
I'm just the wind that blows and spreads the forest fire.
Join me and together we can walk to destiny's dream.
Love to all
I'm not a poet
I'm just me
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