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Sep 2016
Am rendered helpless in a battle to save the restless.
Upon them i cry as my strength wiggles the chains curfing them
Desparate for their freedom u stood in the agony of self sacrifice
I have much more to gain than loose
They are jailed to insanity of hopelessness,i save them in a confussion of passioned hope of possibility
Who will apart from me, one with a heart baked by an incubator, the one big one that carrys carries pains and joys for all met and amended.
Am not from here neither from within,am from afar the place you know closest. The highest of peaks to the far of east in echos and north to never return to misery
The cable of transmission for a life you hope for, the road for those who choose the paths guided from above.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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   Doug Potter
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