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On my own, The gun busted with a loud sound, The children ran to their parents, Chicks to their chicken parents, Cubs to their lion parents, Friend to friend, Worshipers to their gods, I cried, no one show empathy, I shouted no one heard, I seek, Every week every hour but I was, On my own
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
On my own
On my own, The gun busted with a loud sound, The children ran to their parents, Chicks to their chicken parents, Cubs to their lion parents, Friend to friend, Worshipers to their gods, I cried, no one show empathy, I shouted no one heard, I seek, Every week every hour but I was, On my own
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Basanele
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Basanele
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
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