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Jun 1
I was on a journey to the kitchen.
Then I heard,
my falling In a pool of water.
Red scratches all over.
Hand trying to touch the scratches
But didn’t seem to locate it.
Water from my eye
Almost filling up a cup of tea
But can’t be drank
Even by someone who can drink
The fullest of a tank
Body swinging
To continue medicating
But red scratches still all over
And pain felt everywhere
That seemed like reality
Just then,
The morning sun
Gave me a slap
Making me realize that
It was all a dream.
Written by
Mariam Ali Mohammed  16/F
(16/F)   
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   M-E, freebird, victoria and Fawn
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