POETRY INVOICE INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES TWENTY-FIVE

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POETRY INVOICE📝
INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES TWENTY-FIVE

Submitted Writers:
Prince joe
Joseph Jasef
Chosen star
Francophone
Taekpoet
Eloquent ink
YemitteDpoet
Stalwart koya
Penawd
Judiasky

"There is no map to heaven, but their are lots of places to hell"

[Prince joe]
________________________
At craddle, I learnt fire do not touch you,
You touch fire"

[Joseph Jasef]
_______________________
"The best of yourself only comes from the joy of what you do for yourself"

[Chosen star]
________________________
"It's easier to frown in happiness than to smile
in sorrow"

[Francophone]
_________________________
"With my broken heart, I will solve the puzzle of your heart"

[TaekPoet]
_______________________
"Faith is the tool to change fate"

[Eloquent ink]
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"Sometimes ones need to be a fool to get what he want"

[YemitteDpoet]
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"Mission without vision ends in mediocrity"

[stalwart koya]
_______________________
"A man without vision is like a phone without screen".

[Penawd]
________________________
"Determination is nothing when nothing is down to determination because the chase of survival starts from the chase of struggle"

[Judiasky]

🔰TOP TWO QUOTES OF THE WEEK🔰

2⃣QUOTE:
"A man without vision is like a phone without screen"

[Penawd]

1⃣QUOTE:
"The best of yourself only comes from the joy of what you do for yourself"

[Chosen star]


Signed by:
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Prince joe

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