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New York is running out of space, world folds into each other only in a self-destructive way. But isn’t it what I am practicing tho? Where do the blessings go? To the enemies and the cruel-hearted and I know, and I still bless and it’s just fine. 🔆
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original php by  Taufik Nurrohman   and inspired by my good friend   eric.