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Apr 2018
I was innocent,
Or was I a fool.
He smiled,
Courted me lovingly,
I gave him my love.
He cuddled and cooed,
I gave myself to him.
He cried crocodile tears,
Pretended he was in deep trouble,
He pleaded with me to help him.
I gave him my money,
I signed guarantees on his behalf.
I was a fool,
He took all,
He drives my car,
He lives in my house,
He runs my business.
I live with the homeless.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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   M and Sara Brummer
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