I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered — Malebo Sephodi
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I am shedding.I am not a new me.I am my old me in my new me.I remain, carved with the soul of my knife.My mess scattered all over my countenance. I am me. Take me as I am.

— Malebo Sephodi
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