Abobi commot body leave am for Big G! Everything go set, everywhere go selenle. No mata how sea rough, Big G go cut put for your body. E go selenle for your AP.

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Don’t trade lifelong joy for momentary feelings. A rushed decision can turn a beautiful home into a silent battlefield, where one partner carries the weight of two — like a single mother in a shared house.

Choose someone whose heart still reaches for yours even in anger, someone who can’t bear to watch you suffer, not a vessel that lets the devil take evening strolls through your home like it’s a luxury resort.

Water your future carefully
It matters which soil you plant your seeds in.

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Be careful who you fall in love with and the choices you make
people ignore early signs because they are emotionally invested

But love without wisdom can be blinding
It’s important to observe how a person treats others, handles conflict, speaks in anger, respects your boundaries, and supports your growth.

Ignoring these signs leads to regret, and undoing the damage takes time, sometimes years.

Love is beautiful, but not all love is healthy. Be careful who you give your heart to and what choices you make along the way.

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THE BAD WIFE

We used to be love.
Now… we’re barely roomates with heavy hearts.
The silence is louder than any fight,
And your presence feels like absence with a name.

I love you…
But this love is choking me.
I feel small.Unheard.Unseen.

I am not a servant I am not your echo
But when I speak, I become the bad wife
A label that stings more than silence.

I’m tired.
Not from loving…
But from begging to be loved, heard and seen in return.

Sometimes, I think of walking away
Of choosing peace over presence.
But then I see my baby…
My soft, perfect reminder
That something beautiful came from all of this.

Even if we fall apart,
Even if love doesn’t find its way back,
I won’t regret it all.
Because I got you,
My angel,
And you are more than enough.

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THE LOVE I WAITED FOR

Quietly, wholly, with a heart wrapped in hope,
Reserved and conserved, like a sacred scroll, I waited
I believed in love, the kind they wrote poems about,
Where hearts danced in harmony,
And trust bloomed like roses in spring.

Each night, I whispered prayers into the silence,
Wishing for a man who would love me beyond words, the kind of love that holds you,
Even when the storms howl loudest.
But every echo of love before him
Felt like borrowed time, never quite right.

And now I am here…
In love, yes
But tangled in confusion, where trust is a stranger,
And love only visits when it pleases him.

I search his gaze for the story I once dreamed,
The fairytale I built in my heart,
But all I find is a hollow lullaby,
A silence where there should have been songs.

Tell me, where is the love I prayed for?
When will it arrive?
Or did I dream too beautifully
For this world to ever match?

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Some dates carve themselves into the soul
not with celebration, but with sorrow.
Certain days should never be forgotten
some truths, too heavy to bear,
deserve their own bitter anniversaries.

Today, the 1st of May, 2025
I do not know which aches deeper:
the bruises on my body,
or the quiet ruin of my heart.

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THE AFTERTASTE OF ALMOST…

We called it love in borrowed light,
soft echoes of what we thought was true.

You watched me burn and called it beautiful,
but never once reached for the flame.

I mistook your gaze for devotion, your silence for depth.
But admiration is not love, it claps, never clings.

And I,
so full of hope, built a home in your shadow,
thinking your presence meant permanence.

But the vows brought silence, the closeness, distance.
Now we live in a house of brittle glass,
where words wound, and love is a memory with sharp edges.

Still, we stay, not for the joy,
but for the fear of the void love once filled.

What kind of love breaks but won’t let go?
A love that never was, but somehow,
still is.

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Mummy mummy
How can you be gone?
How can life just go on like this, like you weren’t the center of everything?

You were our safe place
Our fighter and our forgiver
The one who scolded us spoiled us, stood by us, all in the same breath
The one who made us feel like no matter what happened, we had a home in you.

And now, there’s this silence
This terrible, loud silence
It echoes, It rings in our hearts and it hurts a lot
God, it hurts more than I knew a heart could break

We argued sometimes
Of course, we did, We’re family
But I would choose those little fights a thousand times over this, I would give anything to hear your voice again even if it was raised.
Anything to feel the warmth of your presence, even
in a storm.

I called your number twice today, to wish you a happy easter and yell “You no dey call person” then listen to you rant over credit and bad phone then say sorry sorry sorry

Mummy this feels like a nightmare I can’t wake up from.
If love could bring you back,
you’d be standing right here.
Because we loved you endlessly.
And you loved us in ways no words can ever fully hold

I'm not okay mummy, I’m shattered and I’m still hoping to wake up from this nightmare

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A liar will always be a liar.
No matter how many chances you give them, they’ll shatter your trust time and time again then still have the audacity to be angry when you no longer believe them.

Classic narcissist behavior. Trust men at your own risk.
Love, but don’t trust blindly.
And when you’ve had enough, serve them a double portion of what they dished out.

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Leave when you can.
Never settle for lies wrapped in manipulation
especially the kind they force on you so much that you begin to doubt your own reality.
Even when you’ve seen the truth with your own eyes, they’ll cling to the lie.

Such people are not deserving of your loyalty.
Walk away, and don’t let the fear of what people might say keep you bound.
Your peace, your truth, and your mental health must always come first.

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