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May 2014
Went to the fridge, opened up
This package moved, for sure.
Lifted it up,
It's not heavy like it was before.
Oh Gosh, there were 5 pieces,
Now they are four.

Looked up in the Bathroom,
What can I Do.
He's busy singing and tripping
And I need to take a bath too.

Mixed emotions,
That's what he always presents to me
Neighbors come by,
He tries to be ME.

Lying to them,
That he's always Happy
Therefore I'm the grumpy one,
Treated like trash
I feel like a lost puppy
Oratile Maroro
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Oratile Maroro  26/M/Kuruman
(26/M/Kuruman)   
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