Every jab leaves with a tap to my chest… Who’s dept am I paying?
And like a camelion, I adapt…
Like I was drinking from a broken jar
Thirsty, I remain
Like I was hit by drought
My throat is dry
But my lap full of waste…
Cajab aren’t I full of wonders? Ajaib
And like a camelion, I adapt…
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Heloooow and mahadsanid(thank you) for visiting my blog. I'm Munimar(combo of my two names) I'm a mother of two darling boys, a Creative soul, lover of Coffee & Kindness. I speak up on tabooed topics as I am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi.
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