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Aug 2020
I see ghost hunting my brain
I am lost,
Between the double,
There where  lives the Devil .
Hidden in that room- the mind-,
Some voices are calling;
They want to purify the sinful soul,
They want to ****  the damaged soul
Take it off from this  fool
Saïda Boūzazy
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Saïda Boūzazy  27/F
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