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Nov 2021
I woke up with the same smell
It isn't strange anymore, familiar than I thought, last night wasn't any different, ever since I was ten how can I tell you am hurting?

Getting consoled in sweaty shirts with your stench all over my face, what's the point of your embrace when at dawn you won't even recall our conversation.
Jerry kizuwili
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Jerry kizuwili  25/F/Nigeria
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   Bogdan Dragos
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