Nader!! Writing

Tired dragging arm Running from harm. Looking back seeing my reflection, I run my own I hate me section. Broken branches aren't alive, Like my so..

This is a poem about a girl who has been driven by the people around her and all the hatred and pain she has been through to take her own life.

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Compartment 114

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