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Alone, I was born, But alone I cannot live. Alone, I deceive myself, And alone, I do not have it all myself. Alone, I am not perfect either, And again alone, I am incomplete and weak. Alone, my voice is voiceless, And alone, I am worried about my death. Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

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