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Jul 2019
A baby talked to me,
Whispered from beneath my skin.
Asking to not be killed again.
But I didn’t listen.
I answered the question,
Before I even knew what it was about.
MisfitOfSociety
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MisfitOfSociety  24/M/South Africa
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