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Aug 2018
I  couldn't  protest
As  you  stole  my  heart
With  your  magica­l  parachute
You pretended to be a better pilot.

I  am  screaming  and  I'll  shout
My  innocent  heart
Un­knowingly, i  gave  you  all  credit
Helpless  I  couldn't  fight
I  am  com­pletely  lost.

Look  now  what  you  left
Nothing  but  a  bad  ­taste
A  taste  of  pepper  and  salt
Whether  I  believe  it  or­  not
This  is  all  my  fault
It  maybe  my  fate!
Twalib Mushi
Written by
Twalib Mushi  24/M/Tanzania
(24/M/Tanzania)   
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