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Jul 2018
If
If only they knew
the sounds,
voices,
works,
could easily make my head;
feel so angry.

My fingers are shaking,
when will it stop?
how can I make it stop?

A simple answer given by my brain;
to cut,
to hit your head,
and it all will go away,
washed by your tears.
Written by
nur  18/F/kuala lumpur
(18/F/kuala lumpur)   
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