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1d
Snatched; Kicked,
out of the doors;
You run away
along the paths
in the midst of
the storms.—
Your visible ribs,
sunken abdomen,
soaked by the
tears of the
skies.
Does hunger
always rule your
life?
Have you ever felt anyone’s situation? It might be a person or an animal. What have you done then? Did you look into it with a kind heart or betrayed him?
Soul
Written by
Soul  15/F/Sri Lanka
(15/F/Sri Lanka)   
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