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Jan 27
Pieces by pieces my heart fell Like a broken record.

All I see is an ocean of pure confusion; what’s next is the question on my empty heart.

It’s best melody has been stolen not minding what will be left of it. My life torn into tiny little pieces and rage engulf my thought like a wild fire.

It’s now or never my inner man said. You have to get a different life, don’t ever let yourself get ****** again by wolves you call friends.

Scars remains, a reminder of the past, a reminder of mystery, a constant sign of what’s been done.
Ogoru Vidrine
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Ogoru Vidrine  M/Benin-City,Nigeria
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