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Feb 2018
there is no honesty in my tears

when my brow is furrowed and my lower lip trembles,
i am trying to tell you

there is a whole war inside my head.

but no matter how much i know
that stab wounds hurt,

the blood is never real.
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f  15/F/Abu Dhabi
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