So I belong to the streets now? Not even a single chance?
Being a college student, Hadn’t much to invest but my precious time.
You even got no point to justify the case in your matter, Can’t believe you were such a gas-liner!!
Securing your joy didn’t let me think twice, hustling for cash Living recklessly. Now here confining in self-pity.
Hoping for revenge to hit you where it hurts the most.
Talking of fungs, let’s burst the gun. Though you’re badest, call me hardest. Even without a coconut, hard guys do not suck. It’s like Ms. highness you listen to lamentations, Still I miss you so..!!!
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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