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As I laid on the crusty earth.
Feeling the pain stabbing my back.
The rain pelting on my head.
The thunder shaking the earth beneath me.
Howls reaching my ear.
Fear creeping into my soul.
At being captured or worse, killed?
But then I ask.
What is special about my existence?
What is left of and for me?
Why not embrace the t*****e already.
Why not let the earth wash the remnants of what I have already?
Then maybe that would be when I would find peace.
-Nanah Amiinah(Inspired by UF)
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"I killed him. I killed him. I killed him" Fatimah muttered repeatedly. Her eyes, unblinking.
Bashir, taking note of what was coming out of her lips furrowed his brows before the sharp item she held caught his eye.
A knife. And it was soiled with blood.
Putting aside propriety
