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Jan 2021
I gave you everything or maybe I thought I did.
Could I had given you everything except what you truly wanted?
Everyday, I wake up with the whisper of your name on my lips
Everyday is a constant reminder of the promises of love we made to each other but now, all am left with is just a memory.
Jerry kizuwili
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Jerry kizuwili  25/F/Nigeria
(25/F/Nigeria)   
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