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Apr 4
Am running out of time am running out of bullets am drowning no one to help am starving how can i shout with an empty stomach am not here for your food am here for your time who thought a boy like me can do be things you are lucky God made me compassionate
#Faith
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B-WEST CHIBALE  25/M/Zambia chinsali
(25/M/Zambia chinsali)   
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