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Oct 2018
I kept bashing my head against the walls, as I waited for your to get back to me. I was hoping that maybe I'd break through the walls and become one with. It feels no pain, it's dust; a version of me I wish to become again, just to escape it all and pain be gone.
Banele Msimango
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Banele Msimango  26/M/Cape Town
(26/M/Cape Town)   
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