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Oct 2020
My dad words are like knives on vegetables. Cut through the soul, even a kind frozen.
My ears are thick as walls, I don't hear a thing but I heed every word with smiles on my face.
Jerry kizuwili
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Jerry kizuwili  25/F/Nigeria
(25/F/Nigeria)   
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   Beau Donner
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