Confidant
Apr 22, 2021
Story
Joining World Pulse is my source of strength
It was the end of soaking my pillows
Both starry and dark night
My end of being back-bitten and back-stabbed
End of visiting my \"so loving neighbors and relatives\"
End of desire for a bottle and a glass to calm me down
Small talks to my face was buried
My head no longer hang low from mockery and shame
Loud music for escape sounded feverish
Caresses and soft touch from \"caring friends\" felt
thorny to my dark shinny skin
Applause from \"friends\" at our main therapy talk center
where maruwa is brewed sound cheap
Just because of discovery of sisterhood in World Pulse
for I do not have to look over my shoulder anymore.
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