Mxolisi turned one year. A part of me hated him. Not him . . . but what he was . . . had been . . . the… — Sindiwe Magona
Mxolisi turned one year. A part of me hated him. Not him . . . but what he was . . . had been . . . the effect he seemed to have on my life. Always negative, always cheating me of something I desperately wanted. I shrunk; because he was.
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