Do not judge me;
Instead help me
Do not back bite me;
advice me at the front
Bite at the back pains me;
slaps at the face is better
Indeed I would turn the other face
Oh gossips spread like wildfire;
my matter had me a martyr
It is like a transfer
Hmm!it seems I am the only sinner
God cleanse me!
I cry at my death
Those were my last words!
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Author:
D\'Poetic Princess (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2025 11:43
- Category: Short story
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