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Sep 2020
These Crimson tears
I begin to shed
Are not the result of
A virus
Or bacteria but from
Being plagued and haunted
By my horrific past
The first two years of my life
Tortured by islamic jihadis
The adoptive mother could give
A **** less
Being bullied for my
Past and
Blood
Broken relationships
These Crimson tears
Are the result of
Years of torture
Elena Mustafa
Written by
Elena Mustafa  31/F/Canada
(31/F/Canada)   
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