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Jun 2020
I was here
So unknown
Done so well
Yet my story untold.

Made a mark
Noticeably unseen
I gave to the lack
Paid back with sin.

I was here
No one cares
I pleaded for air
The response scares.

To me the world was deaf
I had Spoken so soundly
None gave an ear
To me, I had paid my debt
Watching quietly
As my words remind them I was here.
Just a reflection on what I used to hope to have accomplished at this stage of my life.
Victor Ernest Osong
Written by
Victor Ernest Osong  28/M/Nigeria
(28/M/Nigeria)   
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