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Aug 2015
Well, in the end I love solitude
She's always around when all walk out
I also love my principles and attitude
Friends are friends until I have doubt
I treasure nothing cause its comforting
Having the treasure of nothing to lose
And I embrace goodbye for all ends in departing
So I've learnt to embrace every wound and bruise
It's great being accustomed to melancholy
It's only fair getting used to breaking apart
For every good moment is all but a raging folly
Being sugar coated in the sheath of a sword waiting to cut
Sometimes you just have to love enough to give up
Because after dreaming all you want,you have to wake up
Just a bad day, let down by 2 people I thought were friends
Ignatius Hosiana
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Ignatius Hosiana  28/M/Kampala-Uganda
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