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Feb 2018
we are patients in a ward
all just healing from this storm

I am tired of the mess you make
I am scared for my tomorrow
I sleep all day to stay far away
but I'm forced again to wake

how do we get better
while the storm rages on
I've found a distaste for my writing beginning to form in my heart and now my words are lifeless too. Great.
Written by
Poetria  23/F/Pakistan
(23/F/Pakistan)   
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