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Aug 2017
just when it all seems good, the dust stirs and the choked blackness prevails and I suffocate in the midst of all these problems and the more people's feet step in the more the dust flies, I can't stop the cries, this everlasting circumference of circumstances. my heart it vents to die, oh why, do I believe the goodness will ever stay.
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Written by
moyees  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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     moyees and Demonatachick
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