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Jul 2019
It's 3 am,
everything feels like it's falling apart.
Self belief is fading,
heart is aching, mind is raging,
colors are fading,
self esteem is deteriorating,
and I am here expressing.

Writing to reunite the broken pieces
into words and art
so it feels like i am not break and falling apart.
Sabila Siddiqui
Written by
Sabila Siddiqui  20/F
(20/F)   
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