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Jun 2016
I was almost free, but you, you
denied me everything. I wish
it was easy to explain why I was never at
ease, maybe the bitterness had
gotten the better of me. I had
never imagined it would be this hard
we hope for for the best always, but
we lose a part of ourselves
while trying to make it,
and almost living
I hope I reach happiness and peace before I die. at least in my last breaths. - sw
Written by
reabetswe  south africa
(south africa)   
     NuBlaccSoul and Woody
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