PART ONE: AMBER WHO?

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A trenchant past that keeps her awake every night,

Each night, the memories float in her mind,

With her eyes open, she drowns in the slumber of agony,

All the horror, all the tragedy.

The burning kisses that torment her mind,

And when she is unable to prime,

She stares the ceiling until it is time,

To pretend that everything is just fine.

The dried tears are the prove of her decline,

And no matter how many times,

The thought of death crosses her mind,

Each time, she smile and tries to survive.


- BY YUMNA MAHMOOD

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