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Jul 2018
it hurts
but you’re still breathing
you’re still here
after all the endless trembler walks
baggaged full of heavy,
warring wears
for He trusts that inner gut of yours
that you’re still able to feed
your ******* soul with a much,
much brighter flame

-a.
Afiqah
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Afiqah  F/Singapore
(F/Singapore)   
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