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Jul 2019
What a burden this I carry,
Leaning in and forward all the time,
Why am I so not what I wanna be?
Why is my past haunting me all the time?

This I will carry for you, but who are you really?
Come to me oh the ones with a heavy heart, and I will give you rest,
Who are you?
My one immortal friend, where are you?

Words are cheap, but still here I am failing to fall for it,
This I will ask, that I seek, that so you said,
I wanna be a good one,
I am someone's boy,
With nothing but a smile.
Hanson Williams
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Hanson Williams  28/M/Nairobi
(28/M/Nairobi)   
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