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Jul 2015
I see everything through the eyes of my brokenness
The torment kills every shred of confidence in me,
to raise my head and face this reality.
I sincerely hope that what I had always dreaded
had not caught up with me.
How do I look pass this failure,
and behold the light pointing out the path to redemption?
What would it take to make a fresh start?
Oh no....
Do I even need to make  a fresh start?
Oh no...
I need to refreshed my start
Kudu R A
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Kudu R A  39/M/Jos, Nigeria
(39/M/Jos, Nigeria)   
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