Facebook is like being in prison,
you sit down and waste time,
write on walls,
and get poked by people you don't know.
By Seth Yuhi Musinga
SMusinga
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Facebook is like being in prison,
you sit down and waste time,
write on walls,
and get poked by people you don't know.
By Seth Yuhi Musinga
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MbalenhlePersistently in my heart is where you will be. Nobody else will enter because you have the only key.
Without you I am not complete because you are my heart and soul.
I promise to be your power whenever you fall weak I promise to be your voice when you can't find the words.
You brought me sunlight when I only saw rain. You brought me happiness when I only felt soreness.
You're the smile on my face, the sparkle in my eye. the warmness inside my heart, and the fullness in my life. that keeps me warm. You are my canopy that shields the hurricane.
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