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Oct 2017
Red
Dripping down my thighs,
As i scream for freedom;

The clock stopped;
Smell of blood faded;
Replaced gradually with the scent of misogyny.
#menstrualinspiration #feminism
meetingtheflowers
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meetingtheflowers  Kuala Lumpur
(Kuala Lumpur)   
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