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Jun 2018
Sometimes the music is war but then again I connect to the rhythm allowing my soul to blend in with the memories of the past...the truth is I don't know what I am anymore, it doesn't hurt though, since am immersed in the delusions that if I look hard enough within, maybe I will find the pieces of me.

*That's if I ever came apart or this is who we are!*
Banele Msimango
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Banele Msimango  26/M/Cape Town
(26/M/Cape Town)   
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