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Jul 2017
There is a place where nothing grows
I stand on the side lines and look for hope
Signs or even, illusions.
In that place, I'm drowning
I do not even know if I want to be saved.
Sometimes I think that is the problem.
Its too sad and empty.
In that place I'm reaching out for you every day.
That place is here and now.
And I die every day.
Brenda Mukisa
Written by
Brenda Mukisa  from Uganda
(from Uganda)   
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     Anderson M and Chomba
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