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Mar 2020
Everyone’s in pain,
calls for help from every corner,
drowning my screams,
behind the veil of a loner.

Everyone’s crying,
cracked ribs and ripped heartstrings,
numbing my bruises,
from purple to green.

Everyone’s struggling,
every sigh and sob heard in my head,
yet please, spare me a coin,
a penny for my dreads.
Alia Izzati
Written by
Alia Izzati  23/F/Malaysia
(23/F/Malaysia)   
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