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i have begged
for your fucking mercy
time and time again
but you are not capable of
that.
you are capable of hate
and pain,
i see what i’ve gotten from you.
it ends with me.
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TW: sort of a self vent poem don’t mind!
i am feeling myself
FUCKING DIE
and i am clawing
and i am begging
and i am screaming
and they are watching
and they are watching
and they are laughing
and they are
telling me
that i am lying.
when i lay in that casket,
unmoving and at peace,
they will not be laughing.
i will be.
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i try to give my all to everyone,
taking apart bits and pieces
and handing them over on a
silver platter.
in hopes it’s enough.
but when they turn it down,
there’s this little voice in
my head
saying,
“You gave your flesh and blood,
but you still have your bones.”
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“the hands that cradled your face
upwards to kiss your forehead
are covered in unfathomable quantities
of blood.”
“but they cradled me, yes?”
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i fucking hate you
and i hate how
i let you rewire me
i cannot find me
without looking through your eyes.
cut the string
let me free.
i can’t..
..wont..
cut it myself.
please i cannot breathe;
every breath is a reminder
these are your lungs,
not mine.
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We stare at the empty plot of land
where our home once was.
I speak up, my voice wavering from crying.
“In another universe, we had more time.”
I look at her, desperation in my eyes,
clinging to any hope that there is more than this.
Her voice rings out, “Honesty..”
Her gaze drifts to meet mine,
“In another universe, we’re probably dead.”
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love me the way you love God
love me the way you love God
love me the way you love God
love me the way you love God
i used to be loved the way you love Him now,
now i am your sacrificial lamb
hold me while i bleed out in your arms
you did this.
love me the way you love God
love me the way you love God
love me the way you love God
love me the way you love God
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GATHERING EVERYONE. PLEASE INTERACT SOMEHOW, DO NOT BE SILENT.
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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔
I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.
Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶
If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏
Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️🩹
https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗
GATHERING EVERYONE. PLEASE INTERACT SOMEHOW, DO NOT BE SILENT.
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maybe in another universe,
the right one,
there is a little girl
with long, blonde hair
and she is loved right
by the people that were supposed
to love her in this one
she jumps on the trampoline and
her laughter fills the air,
her brother beside her.
the only pain she ever feels
is the burn from the sun.
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i was told
that my sickness
and my losses,
were God’s punishment on me.
i never thought of my life as punishment before.
i never blamed myself before.
i stare up into the open sky
and pray for forgiveness.
but there is no way to fix me,
for i must suffer the consequences of breathing.
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“you can pray all you want,
but you’re probably still going to hell.”
do i have to pray until my knees are raw?
would i be forgiven then in your holy love?
the very love that
has made me cry so hard i vomit.
all in the name of your God.
i beg for your forgiveness
for being this way,
more than i beg for his
for making me this way.
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if i don’t make a sound, does it even hurt?
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what am i,
if not a copy of you?
tell me who to be,
tell me what to do
with my hands,
when they
are just hands.
tell me what i am meant to do
when i look in the mirror
and do not see myself.
did i really die? do you see me?
or do you see you?
do you see what you want to see?
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i will never finish falling in love with you.
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i can feel myself
getting sicker.
i can’t remember
what it feels like
to live.
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