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Jun 2017
I don't even believe in anything,
but still I pray to whoever's listening,
to stop all the suffering ,
for if it were a just world, only the evil would endure such pain
but with bright eyes and sweet smiles the innocent bare the brunt,
the brunt of hardships that challenge their innocence,
put to the test values never really learned
and pass judgements of a future worthwhile or a life back in the slums.
Bongiwe
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Bongiwe  20/F/south africa
(20/F/south africa)   
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