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Nov 2014
Sometimes I get tired of pretending to be stronger than I am.
So I stroll into a dark corner taking the heavy armor off
as I allow my demons to take over and control me for a while.
I please myself with some moments spent alone.

And when all the marks and wounds of war have washed away,
I dress up and take charge of myself, pretending to be strong again.
Javaria Waseem
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