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Daughter of Noah**God did not intend you to die** / **He intended you to live** / For all the abuses
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Dec 4, 2016
Distressed as SaulHark! These creatures of catacombs / Furrows and the weeping ribbons / Forsooth great beasts took a turn here
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Dec 4, 2016
God forgive them...The boy in the stripped pyjamas / The experiment of a Jew and Muslim / Schindler's list, the pianist
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Dec 8, 2016
I am Woman, I am RabbitA woman is a rabbit / She lives with notions determined by her sex / Thus constrained to her Father’s or husband’s will
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Dec 4, 2016
If I die (my will)If I die by my hand (or another) / Promise me this / Bury me with my babies
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Dec 6, 2016
I'm a Feminist!I'm a feminist. / I'm a feminist because 85000 women are raped every year / I'm a feminist because domestic violence will effect 1 in 4 women and 1 in 6 men
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Jan 23, 2017
I'm SorryI’m sorry that I breathe, I’m sorry I took the blade / I’m sorry I turned my arm into a bloody shade / I’m sorry I’m his daughter, I’m sorry I’m alive
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Dec 6, 2016
Little DoveSnow white curls, lagoon blue eyes so sullen. How does it feel? To feel too much. Everything is never done nor felt by halves. It is felt as a whole. A sharp twist of the stomach and weakening of the knees. The slow decent to the floor, with black smearing tears cascading with every inch. On the floor wrapped in a ball. Weeping into her own embrace. Every noise a sound of sorrow. / This is what its like to feel so much and too much. Like a bolt of lightning against the bark, splintered to ash. The fire scorches the heart and consumes it, it is dampened by her weeping tears. She has felt this pain before. She was so happy, her smiles so rare worth more than gold. She put effort and work this time as many times before, and it was all in vain. She remembers... / A little girl barely 13 or 14. Waiting. Hair styled, clothes smart. Pocket money in her purse and such tender selfless love in her heart. That was all in vain. He never turned up. He let her down, and he would repeat this offence as if he had no conscience. She remembers her unanswered calls and texts. She remembers.
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Dec 6, 2016
Middle-ClassAnd mental illness has become a trend / suffering is beauty / self harm is fashionable
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Dec 5, 2016
My ability to breedDon't tell me I won't understand life / until I have birthed life. / **I understand life**
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Dec 5, 2016
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