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Jun 2015
A dark cold night,
I lay down to think.
My thoughts wander off to places they've never been,
And I fail to trace them back,
Then others just fall back on my mind,
And remind me that I'm mortal,
And quite hopeless without faith,
I try to brush off those thoughts because I want to feel incharge of myself,
But I eventually get convinced that I'm not.
Tapiwa Individualist
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Tapiwa Individualist  F/Zambia
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