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Nov 2020
It’s a rough week
Rough on my skin
as I skipped my meals, my water,my sleep.
Rough on my mind
as I work with a sleepless mind scraping through a thousand lines.
Rough on my heart
As I Failed to meet deadlines .
This girl ,now with  spooky eyes and unchanged pyjamas sat on her bed and stared across her room and feared to see what lies ahead.
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   sevendots, --- and Sk Abdul Aziz
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