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Nigeria

What is it that keeps one from reaching its highest quality?
It’s an epitome I️ received, tugging at my curiosity.
Days and nights, pondering on useless theories,
trying to satisfy a hungry mind with no redemption, you feel me?

Until the answer stepped up and presented itself, piece by piece.
it’s the person, his or herself, whatever said person strives to be.
An internal conflict I myself was also guilty  of: It was me.

I️ just needed that one person to tell me I️ was wrong.
Tell me that I was the one taking 5 steps back all along.  
Tell me that its your own trail, one that can take lifelong for you to belong.
A mind once racing, became a mind soothe and hollow.
And I️ don’t know about you, but that was definitely a hard pill to swallow.

This poem is about: 
Me

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