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The NYSC Diaries (Entry 2)
4:45 am. Beagle sounds! Loud. Fucking loud. Like, screaming-right-in-my-ears loud. Thankfully, I’d taken my bath around 3:30 am and was already dressed. I just wanted to get some more rest
The Thirst
The soul is lonely, longing for a companion The heart is weary, craving a dear Words fail me Who can be told? Isn’t love a beautiful thing Or the
