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My Scar , My Life
Mine is but a sad tale
Cut off and rendered pale
Taken down for better things
But important , indeed I am
Few are we who stand still
Fewer are we who hope to stand
And fewest of all,
I am.
Extinct and gone,
My fate shall not be
To face destruction, I shall rise
Armed with experience, I will not falter.
And so, Alive ! I long to be.
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Sinmisola Akande
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