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May 2019
His cruel words stabbed me like a sharp knife,
I ran out in the rain so no one could see my tears.
A dark cloud above me shouted,
"Hey dear! Are your  tears too heavy to carry or too painful to handle?"
9/5/2019
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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     Ben Noah Suri and SPT
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