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From the inside flows out a river of tears visible on the outside, seeming like a wonder, heavy and thick just like streaming paints.I feel like an empty shell on the shore of a sea but I could yet barely fathom my emptiness. This void I feel inside has caused tears to mix with colour, making this worn mascara become a mas to my heart. The heart bleeds in the despise of my WOMANHOOD how unjust is this unjust world? What have I done to deserve this?
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I was just going about my beautiful duties when I was visited by such a disdainful and disheartening treat. From my heart I shed tears mixed with colour on the outside when I tried to voice out and they said, sshhh!!!< You are a woman>. 
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