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Jun 2020
tell me why your love is a passion
why you keep me in a prison
why you put me in a hearse
why you are so broken over me
why you keep me away from you
why you sleep off me
why you get nervous
why is it that in love we find peace
it's your in love in which we fight
it's in your love we brawl
then come to the bawls
somehow the lives are changed
some become indignant
then the hearts beat first at meeting
at times we cry
we claim it's God given
Aah, I just felt the great nice break from a lonely stoner. Stoner I mean a broken heart
Sseruwo Jovan
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Sseruwo Jovan  18/M/Uganda
(18/M/Uganda)   
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