Her name is hers,
Her journey is far,
Her grit is alpha.
It's a new day,
The continuous counting,
Of a time no one knows when it will eventually stop counting,
But she is making hers count.
To another counting,
Of a beautiful soul,
Though With unintentional fouls,
but yet remain with her purest of soul.
Guess what? she's definitely,
Not a capitalist soul,
With her investments in souls.
Not trading her soul for dough,
And still helping young ones find their meaningful goals.
A criminal society wanted her corrupted,
An attempt to distract her unleashed,
But she is here,
Still committed to the cause.
To a new day,
To a beautiful soul that is reborn today,
Because she is one of the beautiful ones here today.
I love y😘💕💕💕😘
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