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Jul 2022
Give me joy, I didn’t come to suffer.
Yes I tested it’s wrath but Grace found me.
I am chanced with another life to make greatness of me, why the regrets - catch the side of my glitter and smiles.
My ambitions so high like dessert temperatures and my sight so thick like the morning fog.
No room for cautions my pain is buried in hard work so let’s make merry of baking brighter days #herdsmanofprogress
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
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