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nyasha zanamwe Feb 2016
I am trapped in the middle of nowhere,
The atmosphere so tense,i just cant breath am gasping for air.
It's just so dark ,am so scared and my heart beats like a high paced drum.
The moment i try to close my eyes,the visions are ***** and i cant pray,
because i keep have flashbacks of the pain and mistakes i did and inflicted.
Then i remembered like it was yesterday the golden threads,the poems and prose you wrote to me.
The glimpse and glamour i enjoyed before i was kicked out by my own band,,,PLAYED AROUND WITH THE CROWD'S MIND AND GOT OUTSMARTED.
IN REGRET
nyasha zanamwe Feb 2016
i woke up in the middle of the night ,and decided to take my pen and notebook and write everything in black and white.                                    
In case i don't make it tomorrow because life is too short to be messing around unless if you want to get your **** kicked.
I'm not that man who can say i have seen it all,but in all my life i have lost count of my falls.Tried looking through the scripts but i never got anything.
Grew in love with different sounds and words,but i could not get hold of  the smallest grain of truth and harmony.They told me to perfect my looks,and honestly i grew up looking good to the public.Comments and compliments "HE GOT A GOOD TASTE OF SHOES AND CLOTHES"but little did they know my feet were deeply hurt because they were so tight.I AM TRYING TO FIND MY SHOES SIZE AND FOR ONCE COME OUT OF THE CURTAINS AND BECOME THE REAL ME.#SELF DISCOVERY
SELF DISCOVERY

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