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<h3>Poem by <span class="has-inline-color has-luminous-vivid-orange-color">Refikwe Mokgatlanyane</span></h3>
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<p><br>Time passes by and happiness seeps away<br>My mind remains a vacant playground, allowing pain to come play<br>Emotions come and go, day by day<br>All I realise is I've intimidated Karma, and its my time to pay</p>
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<p>Love becomes the beautiful word that created me<br>The nourishing word, that set me free<br>The shadow of my own life, that let me be<br>But now love becomes the painful word that destroys me</p>
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<p>Friends become like the coffee I drank last night<br>Become hot an useful the first few times we meet<br>But as my thoughts wander as usual, they all go cold and detach, bit by bit<br>They walk away and leave me on my own</p>
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<p>Family becomes the only lifeline I've got<br>But still with them I bet my life is short<br>Because they know nor understand me not<br>They won't see me burning inside, breaking inside, because they don't know am living in a shell<br>They don't know life deep down me is real hell<br>And it'd take a lot, more than a lot, to break open the shell</p>
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<p>Love becomes nowhere to be found<br>Because I've let all the milk spill to the ground<br>Life becomes miserable and memories of the past begin to roll down the line<br>Days turn into nights and nights into days<br>All these begin to delineate a clear sign<br>A sign that I've intimidated Karma, and Karma is angry at me<br>Hence my life remains a trap, waiting on hopelessly to be set free</p>
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