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Feb 2021
Enervated with these demands of
needing explanations to everything
she had done.
She was worn out, until her nose bled
her heart pounded, her ears rang and
her eyes turned white
— She was almost out of breath.

Did you even bother to know this?

Because the very first thing
people would ask to her
wasn’t “How do you feel on this?”
But, “What is your contribution on this?”
Written by
yellowgogh  F/Indonesia
(F/Indonesia)   
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   Imran Islam
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