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The Unspoken Jun 2016
One day I will refuse to prepare your meal and you will come home to an empty fridge because my hands won't have the strength to hold on to a cooking spoon no more.
One Day you will get so late to work because I shall not be able to wake you up in the morning because I slept late, sobbing all night while you were busy dreaming of Natasha and Amina.
One Day you will have to reach home and do all errands to the market and back and office and back because my feet won't be able to stand and do **** for you no more.
One Day you will show up for family events alone and get questioned about me by your relatives who are so fond of me and you will have nothing to say because I had to be at the hospital to nurse my black eye,broken thumb and swollen mouth and knees.
One Day you will be so sick in bed and need your soup or a helper but my spirit will be dead alongside my body in the other room of all the pains you inflicted one me.
One Day, Just one sweet day, I will get up from that bed, dress up, leave the door and I will never come back. You will wait for me, but I shall not show.

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