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Oct 2015
Look from the inside
Far in foresight within the boundaries
There're streams of memories
No good times far fetched to the present
Am swept across determination and failures
I have no reason to look back
There's some to loose, left are days of regret
That to gain lays asander.
Am troubled by my rescue mission
And have non to rescue me
The furthest i see is the earth ends
Its not the end, its my low strength
My energy is excessive from within
All i am left with is the love to do better
Never to see what lay behind me.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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