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Jan 2015
I remember the childhood days
We played and hanged out
With thousand of future promises
Watched you from crawling to walking
Off you ran away to find you dreams.

Chance came and you flew as well
High in metallic birds
Far from your own origin
I kept thinking I would ever meet you
And remind you of the diamond days

As I planned for the better
Sorrow planned for the worst
I hadn’t ignored my thoughts,
As I never saw the bullet that
Came and borrowed your life from me.

It went straight to the heart
And I was absent to give you comfort
Or even ask you to stay with me
I never said goodbye
So I now live as a slave of regrets.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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