Golden nkemdirim Biography

If I could write myself a new life,
I'll write it so vivid...
You could reach out and touch It
I'll write a generous smile,
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FEAR BY GOLDEN O

Slowly she loses grip on her senses
The tears hidden behind her lenses
...

There is a thin line between you and I,
I do not see it,
Because I do not want to.
But you see it...
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Though I dream
In colours,
Yet my reality get Mixed up
In greys.
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Beneath the screams and Chorus
Its a heart that beats
Its own bass...
A heart that's questioned its
...