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Jul 2018
I had a restless night
I recall my upshot
With my reckless ******* habit.

As I reach to my mean machine
I just find a notification
My finger trembling
as I opened it.

    From: Momma
Subject: Beware
To:        Son

Dear son,
life goes really **** fast
As we are living on it
Sometimes we achieve what we want
Or doomed to disappointment.

Nobody knows tomorrow
Forevermore,
i thought you knew
Now you live
in a huge stew.

We gave you our trust
You threw away like a dust
We gave you our words
You argued with your own codes
We gave you light
It vanished into the night.

As I read the last line
Tears flowing to my cheeks
As my heart broken into pieces
As I broken them more than millions
Seeking for the second chance
I never wanna be a ******* again!
Twalib Mushi
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Twalib Mushi  24/M/Tanzania
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