When you go into the world you would not even notice when you become dead — Sunday Adelaja
When you go into the world you would not even notice when you become dead — Sunday Adelaja
When you go into the world you would not even notice when you become dead — Sunday Adelaja
When you go into the world you would not even notice when you become dead — Sunday Adelaja
When you go into the world you would not even notice when you become dead — Sunday Adelaja
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When you go into the world you would not even notice when you become dead

— Sunday Adelaja
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