Softly I am forgetting myself /Saggies Verloor Ek Myself
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This is originally a Afrikaans poem that I wrote while I was on an outreach with a few amazing people.
For those who have not been on an outreach before. Yes you are there to serve and give, but you learn alot about yourself and who you truly are through making yourself vulnerable to other people that you do not know and this leads to the ironic statement that the people there help you much more than you help them.
In further information.
Yes.
There is a story behind this poem.
But that is for you to find between the spaces of the poem.
Afrikaans is in the first part and English is in the second.
Enjoy.
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