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Mar 2021
I remember this hill to well
Why are you leading me to it?
It wasΒ Β wear my heart was once broken
Dark memories still lie there for a memorial.
The ghost of the dead love still hunts my heart.
There still remain charred pieces where the wood of love once burnt
I vowed never to pass by this path again.
Why are you leading me to it ?
brian odongo
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brian odongo  26/M/lives in Nairobi ,kenya.
(26/M/lives in Nairobi ,kenya.)   
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