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Mar 2020
Am avoided by my friends that I place my  hands up high to meet
Am solely depending on myself for the new attention that am planning to meet.

Sick of society ready to glance into the solitude life without strength to waste
A new friend that am meeting already recognise my intentions without a waste.

Am applying a new rule in the beginning of my life so I can envelope my mind
The pages boring through a deep hole but the key is left in my mind.

The strange youth as am fondly called will become a wise chap once the coast is clear
A picture of my life in a mystery world
Written by
Mark kenny  27/M/Nigeria
(27/M/Nigeria)   
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     r, Fawn and Carlo C Gomez
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