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Feb 2019
I was not good at Hide and Seek,
So I was always chosen the last in a team.
I could never tell a lie,
So my friends and family never told me their secrets,
They nicknamed me tell tale.
I could never fight my battles,
My siblings and friends were there for me.
Now that I have a broken heart,
Wounded and scarred,
I have learned to hide my pain and tearsΒ Β behind my veiled eyes,
I have learned to hide my sorrow behind my fake smile,
I have learned to make my silence my strength,
To face my ordeal, heal and move on.
18/2/2019
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  67/F/Tanzania
(67/F/Tanzania)   
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       Ivan Lopez, Pradip Chattopadhyay, M-E, Lily, misterN and 1 other
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