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Today wasn’t  my day when all you try to see is the skies, I didn’t just sit in the sun, with all the sounds around I had to sip on what’s transparent to feel alive to only take a trip and come back to all sorts of busts today wasn’t my day and it was not slight.
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Innocentia Hlophe  27/Other/N/A
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