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Sep 2014
This is another tale of a young mans story, of a girl who didn't say sorry for hurting him. Now his tears fill up river banks of streams. Silent screams want to take him alive while he derives to the utmost imprisoned life behind bars. Haha, its all a joke to the  loudest mimes who are running out of time. Its high time to shape up or shift out because prime time is behind the blind. Time flies to those sitting around, yet still to those buzzing around. She moved him in many steps, took him to many places. Most of all, she took his heart, tore it apart and depart, without a goodnight. Suicidal thoughts are never a bad choice, this what is called the test of love. To take the rope and a chair is a process to cut the air. To take a knife and cut his veins is a ****** mess.  He decides to take a deep breath and live.
Written by
Ronald Sublimino Shabangu  25/M/Kwa Thema
(25/M/Kwa Thema)   
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