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Dec 2019
Sweat, tears and blood linger in the moist air. The battlefield calls for a nobody. Yet it takes a somebody to rise above the shadows of the night. Defeat is worse than death. It nibbles at your soul, crippling the mind with fear. Grab your lantern, buckle your shield and confront your shadows. Risk death, never taking a knee till better fate strikes you down.
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo
Written by
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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