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Jul 2015
This maze that is called life
has its claws clenched deep inside flesh
that i have no where to twist and turn
or whom to lean on and love

I am just a head on shoulders
feeling nothing but doom and nursing
nothing but tragedy after tragedy
oh how it can play tricks on you
sometimes

Only yesterday did i have
the whole world in my hands
yet only crumbs do i own now
i guess that is the maze that is called
life.
Obscurity Thought
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Obscurity Thought  Uganda
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