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Aug 2017
they call me brutally honest
with words that spare not even the most fragile,
with jabs that tear through hearts and leave scars,
done in an arena where the weapons are dampened by rules, culture, and norms.
if this holds true,
then how harsh do they think the battle is fought in solitude,
where the only one who oversees what can and cannot be said and done is myself?
Written by
miss keisha
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   Yue Wang Yitkbel
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