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Start Lately, I've been thinking Thinking ......... about ma life So I slammed it inking  Let's begin .......... & break the ice Don't ask me ............ what's the fight You are  Superman ? ........... I've got the  kryptonite Don't tell me ........... if its wrong or right Just sit back ............. and let it ignite Life is a fight and that's the news Wait for it .... don't push the snooze If you still thinking .... You don't get to choose M talking about ..... How it is to walk in my shoes Walk-in ma shoes The year is 2 0 1 9 ...... Two zero one nine M still thinking ....... Is this ma prime?  Just keep waiting? ...... Or stand up and shine Enough talking ..... Let's just cross the line Yeah m fine M out to work in when it's dark or sunny Jump in ma uniform and serve eggs that are runny Smile all the way still niggas acting funny  Take what's on the plate ...

One fine morning the doorbell rings and waiting at the door is Mr. Brook the local postman with a letter to deliver. She answers the door and greets Mr. Brook Good morning but her face clearly reflects her fear to see him. She simply stands in silence waiting for Mr. Brook to speak, he gathers his strength and says, "I am sorry Betty but this is the last letter for you from Steve" Betty breaks down into tears and says, "I knew he isn't coming back!"  Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to vasifsays.blogspot.com . I bring to you a short story about a girl who writes her feelings to someone who isn't coming back.  Betty writes a reply to the last letter she received from Steve, hands the letter to Mr. Brook unsure if this letter will make a difference just hoping he reads it one day and returns. Dear Steve,  You and I have feelings which are still unspoken,  The bridge that stands between us why is it broken?  The decisions taken with...