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Jul 2018
I could lie to my self and keep painting white walls in my mind, but it's no use the lights are all worn out, shadows have vanished, my soul gradually darkening beyond dim.

For a while I've been trying to escape, every attempt has got me running in circles, in tears I shower.

I looked into the distance, only to learn that was just mind tricks, this is where I belong, in the dark searching for a darker place to hide from all humanity
Banele Msimango
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Banele Msimango  26/M/Cape Town
(26/M/Cape Town)   
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       ---, Shanath and Wordmancer
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