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Sep 2018
Show me your five closest friends and I will tell you, your past,
They hang like stiches to cover what life has taken from you,

You were born with eyes rotating 180’
Then the death started to walk on your back demons hunting you,
So you evolved upright, 90’ no look back.

We make friends based on what we need or what we have lost.

Show me your friends, show me your scars,
Now look at my friends, can’t you see I’m in pain.
Bongani 'Malambule' Sibanyoni
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Bongani 'Malambule' Sibanyoni  25/M/South Africa
(25/M/South Africa)   
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