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Aug 2023
My heart desires
had always been to grow old with you,
Little did I know that life had already chosen my fate

That I'll remain alone as a motherless child,
And learn to find wings to fly out of my brokenness,
As I stand tall as the stick

My heart desires is no longer out of  choice,
It's either I stay and be consumed or I rise and conquer
HOPE
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HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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