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May 2020
Every night I hear a whisper
It is not too hard to decipher
And everytime I hear it, I suffer

My head is twirling
My hands are shaking

It is no horror
Yet here I am, trembling in terror

Then I look in the mirrorβ€” I see
The girl whispering behind me
"Slice your neck and be free from this rotten society."
Mae
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Mae  20/F/moon
(20/F/moon)   
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