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Mar 2019
The storm rage within her eyes,
As the tears shed down to the pillow,
She tried to scream as loud,
But no voice could come out.

With every breath she struggled,
As her throat started to dry,
And the next morning with puffy eyes,
It seems like she had survived another night.
Aya Sofea
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Aya Sofea  18/F
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