Mar 2020
Pain is everywhere.
Like the air we breath,
it escorts us all to the great beyond.
Sometimes it is frank and suffocating;
and mostly it is the truth.
Like the air we breath,
it escorts us all to the great beyond.
Sometimes it is frank and suffocating;
and mostly it is the truth.
(26/M/Zimbabwe)
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