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Apr 2012
I'm tired...

Everyday
I die by the minute

Every hour
I cry for relief

This world is built on pain

From the banishment of Eden
To this moment

This world knows no joy

To cry is meaningless
To complain is meaningless

To die...
This is a work in progress. Help and/correction is gladly welcomed
Yandisa mhlana
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Yandisa mhlana
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   Icarus M, --- and Ahmad Cox
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