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Jun 2018
What is the moral
behind cancer that
is not even identifiable,
a crime yet to be startled
by another failure,
when you pray for the
pain to go away,
but then the blood is shed
out of your skin in silence,
I think something inside of me
exploded,
No I didn't feel it,
but the traces don't lie,
I'm dying.
دema flutter
Written by
دema flutter  22/F
(22/F)   
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     mumu, Edmund black and Austin Ryskamp
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