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Oct 2019
I changed the tune of my trumpet
It's no longer the same sweet melody that cushioned your soul
For the winds of change brought a bitter taste that lingers on my tongue
I was everyone's skeleton before and now I'm my own
Life made me experience things that were never clear
We were younger and played together each day and now we are older and it's not the same
Growing up brought responsibilities that cut our bridges loose and now it's hard to talk and see each other as we did in the past
Maybe it's a test of life.
Shall we last or fall
I lost the spirit of desperation and learned to let things flow naturally for if the love or friendship is meant to be, I don't have to fight to make it stay
I will let them shine among the stars each night and if they  wither like roses do, I will know it is for a good reason
Growing usually *****, you have to sacrifice your friendship and family time just to fulfill your work commitments. It's sad I wish I never grew up and remained young
Wekiya Brian Cyrus
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Wekiya Brian Cyrus  20/M/Uganda
(20/M/Uganda)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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