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Age eighteen drawing close
Even without a canvas
barely a month to go
I wonder "how long can I last?"
The fuel is almost finished
And now my life begins
Early days!!!
I'll always miss
When my only problems_assignments
And going to school arriving late
With little care bout what I ate
Buh as the days go by
My problems grow high.

Nga! Nga! The cries of an infant
Reminding me I'm no longer a baby
A new child added to the family
I've got my life to live
Buh why it seems I need to leave
This life and Runaway from problems
Stead of staying and facing them
U still gat time! my uncle says
Buh nobody owns it
I guess time is alpha
And with its every passing hour
I grow bitter, Tired of the life I live
With no car to ride on it.

Purpose!!! What's mine
I search like I'm in a gold mine
Only the land is my being
And my thoughts explosives
Lost with no direction
No desires, no passion
Daily I stare at my reflection
And still wonder
With nothing to ponder upon
Except my drowning self
In this pool called LIFE.

AmAs#

Correct niggarr
Me dey feel d tori

United in betrayal

Interesting. keep it coming

did one go make o. kwantinue

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