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Jun 13
It wasn’t calm the world gave meβ€”
just noise, softened by the
peace I grew.
I became my own sanctuary.
Some days, life was quietβ€”
clear, blue, and serene,
multiplying my happier
reflections in water.
But I exist where shadows bendβ€”
on both sides of the moon.
And I breathe in the hollow
vacuum of feeling.
Zahra
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Zahra  25/F/Pakistan
(25/F/Pakistan)   
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