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Apr 2015
I'd freak out if I dreamt about my state
In simple terms my reality is a nightmare
It is too dark a tunnel to evade fear
I struggle hard enough to endure
The inevitable creeping snare
There's nothing more I hate
Like the stench of my fate
Ignatius Hosiana
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Ignatius Hosiana  30/M/Kampala-Uganda
(30/M/Kampala-Uganda)   
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