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Jul 2015
Do you remember
I was and fresh and you were right above me.
Can I remind you
you lived so high and reaching you was a dream
If I can trace back
You cared less and lived like there's no tomorrow
May I tell
You had a chance to blow past the sky
I can't forget that;
You had alot but wasted it on beautiful
For if you had it
You wouldn't be hanging on a cliff of regrets
Don't cry about it
You have a life and choice to make a fortune
And if you believe me
Let the light of these words blossom and make a Victor
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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