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Jun 2021
She bled not through the holes in her,
but through the lines she wrote
She let it all out
emptying herself of pain,
devoid of emotions
The paper took it all from her,
her true companion
listened to her all day long,
comforted her,
and finally was burned in the fire
along with her own blood.
This is not how i wanted this poem to end but this is all i can feel and think of.
Alphy
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Alphy  23/F/India
(23/F/India)   
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