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Sep 2018
It is said that a man without a purpose is dead.
So for the last decade I've been dead.
I wonder if my children will call me dad.
Oh man this so sad.
I never thought things would get this bad.
But I said I've been dead.

No one can explain this bad experience.
My mind was intertwined but all I need was combat intelligence.
My spirit didn't believe in competence.
So please explain what should do with this confidence.
But when dead you will never get romance.

Through uncertainties we forget the way of life.
We cut our problems with the wrong knife.
Someone set foot on the wrong land and that is your wife.
In this world death is rife.
Falling off here means death because this a cliff.
So I will prevent the loss of this life.

This world is full of confusion.
Some words sound the same but not used for the same context.
Even listen have the same letters as silent.
So I was not lost but I was dead.
But that is not my daily bread.

So in the shadows I submerged.
And I was not edged.
And I had no power to be merged.
I couldn't be discouraged.
Look at me now I am legible discharged.
I have succeeded.

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Asisipho
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Asisipho  19/M/Eastern Cape
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