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Jan 2021
It was destroying some
It brought failure to others
Soon it was discovered not a problem but a habit

The problem with you :
'WHY?' was not in your vocab
You were quick to point fingers
You never ask
You always had your own thoughts  -
           answers        to              any
      thing                          so
                            you
            concluded            every  
                             thing

That's the problem with you.
Maitsholo
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Maitsholo  17/F/Pretoria
(17/F/Pretoria)   
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