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Lost by Brianmugere

Lost by Brianmugere
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Her masacara eroded

Face stained

Eyes pale

Mean

Boy

is

T; turned a moster and eaten up my happines, its gone!

Said this- (bastard thing you carry! You think thats my, shit? Damn you! )

I am carrying my cross;

Here withal, rejected contemplating ejection.

Sweet

the

M; movie, watching, but my company…

Dude clapping at all stunt is tasteless

bitter

sour

G; gone; I am all alone responsible!

Seems the say as she sits on that pavement rubbing her heals on the ground

Inhaling like a sheep

for slaughter,

lost!





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