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Jan 2021
Anger and pain in an instant all washed away,
My guilt and shame still decided to stay.

I hear it and I know I wouldn't
It calls me and I know I shouldn't.

I played it and let it play me.
I broke it, but I was the one who needed fixing.

Love and spotlight all fell at my feet,
Glory and praise all thrown at it.

Beautiful and majestic it sounds.
But within its soul, anxiety and insecurity clouds.

Once you start to play, there's no turning back.
Don't lose your focus and remember to stay on track.

Give into its sounds but ignore its calls.
This day I mark before you all.

Play wisely....
Everyone has their own way of reliving stress. My own way is music, and writing. This as well is my favorable instrument, and I desperately want to understand it and play it.
Ezinne
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Ezinne  18/F/Nigeria
(18/F/Nigeria)   
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   Harley Hucof
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