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Jun 2013
She screamed.
Yearning for someone to hear her.
Waiting for someone to save her.
Yet no one came.
No one heard her screams.
Because every time she screamed, it came out as a whisper.
No one was able to help her.
And she lay, hoping it was the last time she would stay
in this cruel world.
Misbah  A
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Misbah A  Texas
(Texas)   
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