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IT DOES NOT EXIST
Sometimes a writing does not make sense
But I writer has to write something
Through barriers,you find yourself
As I pick up my pencil
I have no words to express
Only the emotions
How could that be?
The seed that has been planted
Manifests itself
Unbelievable
The growth that has been withhold
Formulates itself
Unbreakable
Is this history?
Sometimes a writing does not make sense
But a writer would write something
Through challenges,you conquer the world
As I recollect my emotions
I have no regrets to express
Only my life to live
How could that be?
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Sibusisiwe LETA Ncede
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