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''When I say dat life isn't fair everyone mopes at me seeking an explanation. It's confusing dat I really dnt knw how best to explain wat I feel abt life. Nevertheless my plight has made it understandable bt still, inexpressible. I'm still moping at my TV, d one thing dat has brought me pain. It's hard 2 stop gazing at it, dis multiplex shaft dat I once loved. Is it a sin to feel sorry when you've being betrayed by the world, broken by d one you've gotten attached to? Is it a sin 2 cry wen ur world has come undone 'cos u sold ur trust 2 d wrong people? I'm dismayed nd downright speechless. Convincing myself dat d hurt nd sorrow I feel is all an illusion is so impossible. I feel tears in my eyes nd painful yet! excruciating ache in my heart... When hav I ever being a fan for words? I barely remember. Now, I'm a lamenting diva. A diva with conscipious issues. Who wud hav thought dat d sort-after rose flower whose scent was lik dat of an aloe Vera entwined among visible spike-lets, which kudn't still daunt its unshakable glory wud one day turn out 2 b one chastised being. So indeed! I'm left to stare at dis telecasting device, 1 that has exposed my rectum 2 a world of implacable nd unkind humans. A world dat has thrown away my damp garments of happiness, uncovered my loneliness nd exposed me 2 d hot sunny trails of unending misery, perhaps it's 'cos of my ill fate, perhaps it's my country, my race. perhaps it's 'cos I really don't belong anywhere... Wud u ever wanna knw the reason I can't trust? Read my story. U mustn't learn frm it. Jst explain 2 me d reason I shud listen 2 a world dat complains of my ne'er ending silence. SAME WORLD THAT HAS LEFT ME SCARRED.''... Lola laments till forever as she carries a familiar BLOAT visibly over sized on her small torso.


"In my dictionary of Love, ur name comes first. In my love recipe,  you're the ingredient dat adds taste to my life... You are the rainbow that distributes colours to the dullness of my soul." ~Maryjane IreneAll Rights Reserved

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