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May 2017
I'll forget you, right? It can't be that bad, I can't be in that mess again, can I?
It was wed mud I had found myself in, and I hadn't fully recovered from the scars
I can't be in for another damage, not a longer one, not this misery, not
the memory of you.

And You... you were the same.
Abuser. Destroyer.
The One Who Leaves.
Maria Imran
Written by
Maria Imran  22/F
(22/F)   
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   --- and Mehma Kunwar
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