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Apr 2014
consumed by sadness i think the child is rotting away
filled with thoughts of future, death, betrayal
where is the promised fortune and friends?
what kind of existence can this be,
when all a person lives for
is the last few minutes?
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-  America
(America)   
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   Kwanele and agreenthrow
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