I'm still nameless; I'm still no-one
Murdered out, disappeared away,
Here I stand as a series full of miseries
Enshrined by my vales, I'm still unknown
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The search for freedom and identity. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole