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Mar 2016
Come......
Come......
Come.....
**** me quick.
Let my blood leak
Into all bottles of wine
What life is mine?
Why did I stand in the rain?
Immersing myself in this pain.?
Come....
O! Come....
Come and **** me quick
I cant bear the weight of this generation.
I have failed to carry mine
Then How can i bear theirs
Come.....
Come.....
Come.....
Quick

I am not far
Do you see that star?
Drunk in melancholy, don't blame it. It is staring at me, with pity weighed down by melancholy. Follow its stare. Right where it directs you is where i am.
Come....
Come...
Quickly and **** me.
Exterminate me from the body of the earth.
Come and take my life
But before you do so,
Bury first, my words.....
kitaka Alex
Written by
kitaka Alex  kampala Uganda
(kampala Uganda)   
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