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Aug 2016
YOU ARE CRUEL,YES YOU ARE
YOU HAVE STOPPED BREATHING MY AIR
COULD IT BE I DIED IN YOU?
OR PROBABLY I AM UNCONCIOUS?
DO WE STILL HAVE HOPE?

WHO WOULD PROVE THAT I LOVE YOU
WHEN YOU ARE GONE?
I WOULD BE LEFT WITH THE REMAINS OF US
WHICH WOULD NOT BE WHOLE AGAIN BECAUSE THE HALF IS GONE.

YOU DIDNT GET MY APPROVAL BEFORE YOU BROKE US
THE SAME APPROVAL YOU CHERISHED BEFORE I BECAME YOURS.
YOU KNOW MY FLAWS THAN YOU KNOW ME


THESE FLAWS ARE WHAT YOU ARE LEAVING WITH
I'D RATHER NOT THINK ABOUT A FIXED US
ONLY IF SOMEONE TAKES MY FLAWS FROM YOUR HEART
Adesanya omowumi
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Adesanya omowumi  abuja
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