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Apr 2015
I lost conversation on that fateful day
With all my confidence walked away
I lost my worth when you stopped to care
Breaking the promise to always be here
I dropped the trust along the way
I gave up on affection, joy isn't there
I lost my say at the sea of broken hope
Weather was rough,cost me you my crop
I lost my pride, which were my wings
Without you here life really stings
I miss your voice that softly sings
I miss the solace your embrace brings
I lost you my Angel and lost a friend
A tale I thought would never end
The grill of comfort to thirsty flames
I lost a jewel to untruthful claims
I lost my broken pieces at that final fall
I lost myself ,and I can barely recall
I lost my everything, I lost it all
Only found a burrow deep in my Soul
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Ignatius Hosiana
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Ignatius Hosiana  30/M/Kampala-Uganda
(30/M/Kampala-Uganda)   
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   Cecil Miller
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