This Poem by alonge oluwabukolami

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hunted by a past which was
not mine
scarring the future i
look forward to
years ago,
i was just an
onlooker
and today,
that past seems as
real...
i was born to be happy
it was their making never mine
i have to face this fear
that keeps scarring me
Now!

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