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»06-05-06«

by Maviyo Nkosi, December 14, 2016

Numbers could translate tragedy or joy, 06-05-06 could represent a new soul or one that left us, writing this got one reminiscing about how precious life is; one commodity that you don't acquire by being black nor white but you acquire it because the man above saw fit to grant you one, it's a puzzle how we value things of this world yet we are all just passing through, ignorant we remain when the truth is staring at us like a tiger ready to attack, we fear things so timid in a way that we can crush by our nails yet fascinated by a cold body, liars we've become that we deceive the one's who care about us the most, we are so aroused by the messed up predicaments' we willing put ourselves in, we've become so short sighted that even our hearts are influenced by materialistic objects, a set of wheels, few phone calls, couple of sweet yet meaningless words got one's head all tangled up in a fiction that is based only on lust

Written: October 2015
Tags: Ironic

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