Posted by Shahana Hussain
May 16, 2017

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When in the middle of the night I woke up
When my nightmare hit me with jerk
When I don’t understand that time you touch
When I was innocent you try to fu##
Sometimes close relative
Sometimes out streets
Why am I insult every time?
I don’t drink any wine
Now I hate all man
Now all fake game
Its you who responsible for
Love and hate is my inner war
When I try to open up
They suppress my voice
Called me lier
And throw me from higher
I m done with explain
I m not wrong

By shahana Hussain

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