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Jan 2019
I allowed my fears to overwhelm me
Creating room in every corner.
With lots of enthusiasm i lay this ideas,
With patients, i watch them hatch
Like a tornado it scatters them
Screaming " who is the boss"
Like demons it dominates
A little deeper i sink in its throne
As ideas slowly fade away.
Leaving a memory of could've been.
Then
I become shortsighted of my future.
Diana Rop
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Diana Rop  23/F/Kenya
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