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Siphiwe Nyirongo

Strangely born in a creepy world
Ingratitude was the only air you breathed
Poison; of your awful life turned a spice
Having tears, the only water to your dry throat
I saw you with excruciating pain battle,
Weep, worry and wonder why
Every bit was but unbearable of you

Nonetheless spared was your heart
You wished it too was taken out

Indeed life meant nothing but hell.
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dedicated to my friend bearing the name on which this poem has been titled.she suffered hell on earth, i write to strengthen her
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