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Feb 2020
The size of my room suddenly becomes smaller even to breath is difficult. The walls compress against me, a weight is on me as each day got me closer to earth. My doors has being shut, the bars of my windows are rusty and the room is as unkept as one who went on a long journey, its mist is tho you could cut through. No one comes in, no one goes out, its just me between walls..
Jerry kizuwili
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Jerry kizuwili  25/F/Nigeria
(25/F/Nigeria)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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