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Dec 2018
I yearn to be happy
Like a king whose house is filled with silver, gold
And everything old .

Yet somehow the girl of my dreams is like a nightmare ,
She disturbs my sleep.

The nightmares ware me out
Till I have no strength left to stay away from you .
Written by
THE TROY  21/M/Kenya
(21/M/Kenya)   
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