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Nov 2016
I've killed myself a thousand times over with the things I've left unsaid.

Watching some of the things I've wanted most fall into the hands of another so many times I'm convinced it's part of the script.

My depth betrays me. My mind defeats me. But I know it's the only thing that will ever free me.
When you truly want something. Speak up.
Bongani Moyo
Written by
Bongani Moyo  Johannesburg
(Johannesburg)   
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