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May 2017
I still look back at you but it doesn't mean that I love you.
It doesn't mean that I care about you
Heck, if you were drowning I would wish you drown more quickly
Do not let him get out of this, God
Except for that last moment of helpless suffering - elongate it into years that were of my own pain
Let him die in thick clouds of airless water,
And dense regret.
Maria Imran
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Maria Imran  22/F
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   karin naude
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