Confidant



Joining World Pulse is my source of strength



It was the end of soaking my pillows



Both starry and dark night



My end of being back-bitten and back-stabbed



End of visiting my \"so loving neighbors and relatives\"



End of desire for a bottle and a glass to calm me down



Small talks to my face was buried



My head no longer hang low from mockery and shame



Loud music for escape sounded feverish



Caresses and soft touch from \"caring friends\" felt



thorny to my dark shinny skin



Applause from \"friends\" at our main therapy talk center



where maruwa is brewed sound cheap



Just because of discovery of sisterhood in World Pulse



for I do not have to look over my shoulder anymore.

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