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Aug 2015
You aimed arrows at me,
tore my flesh in to pieces,
and threw me out to be the feast of the night,
but i survived,
i was 9,
i loved you,
but you were so mean, i couldnt even say the word 'dad'.
But now that i am nearly 18,
i have discovered how much an evil man can be easily replaced
by a forgiving heart
NOLWAZI JOUBERT
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NOLWAZI JOUBERT  25/F/johannesburg
(25/F/johannesburg)   
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