Like a robe around you darkens your eyes and friendly smiles, like reptilian skins you've itched and split but failed to shed, like a crowd of unborn babes you thought you ought to have are these sorrows and injustices gathered round you with their stares refusing to leave unless they know how could they not mar you so? And until you give answer, they'l…
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