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Jun 2014
The End.

I’m still wondering if you were the best thing
or the worst thing that ever happened to me
I wore a tough face, and yet I was bearing such delicate features
my eyes sung a song of pain and resentment

p.s. good things come to an end because better things come out of it, freedom.

I’m glad it’s the end.  

- by Cheyanne Ntangu
Cheyanne Ntangu
Written by
Cheyanne Ntangu  Essex, UK
(Essex, UK)   
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