By Syafiqah Suhaimi
My heart goes out to those in eviction,
Although life is tough, sometimes it can be fiction.
On days I find it hard to fight for my vision,
My will fades and I get so tired fighting for a future.
I’d crawl out of a well and yell for those I’m missing,
But all I heard back was my own voice echoing the distance.
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