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May 2014
In all our days together,
Happiness took precedence.
The joy and laughter’s we had must have annoyed many.

I wouldn’t mind returning, but my wounds too fresh to heal
Cause I strictly stood to share with you all I am.

A penny or dollar whichever the case? I gave it the best
Like a mother would do to her child
But the worst in this
You always have me to blame.
Amidst temptations I stood firm
Unfortunately you couldn’t stand any hardships
You lived a soft life like a computer with no virus.

You hanged me for my innocence
From the providence I gave unto you.
Take as much as you wish
I retain my life, to build for a better,
You undressed my dignity
And left me naked in dilemma….

You robbed my rich heart, leaving it as empty as the sky
Without even a star to light my way
Darkness covers me all throughout
Lonely are the times I live
Thomas Bron Mukama
Written by
Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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