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Jul 2015
I'm so tired of feeling like a refugee at home and on this planet

the bundles of hopeless souls on this planet are impotent and naΓ―ve. there's so much misery here.

it's too late for the inhabitants of this planet to notice that they are detrimental to themselves.

I'm afraid of evaporating and losing my true essence and becoming superficial and materialistic like the other sad souls I'm floating with on this planet - this life is just a hoax/mirage
Wandisa Zwane
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Wandisa Zwane  Johannesburg
(Johannesburg)   
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   Maria Imran
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