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Jan 1
That mirror
As I look it
Strange I don't see myself
Rather than little girl
Staring at me
Her eyes scared andΒ Β  screaming for the help.
This girl
With a strange face
I keep on looking at it
Her lips trembling as she tried to utteredΒ Β a single word
But I could hear her anyway
Help! Help!
Through her eyes.
Twalib Mushi
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Twalib Mushi  24/M/Tanzania
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