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All Power to the People
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But today, I’m tired.
I’m not asking for much—just a chance to live.
If you’re reading this… please don’t scroll past.
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It could help me eat. Heal. Breathe. Be human again.
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But today, I’m tired.
I’m not asking for much—just a chance to live.
If you’re reading this… please don’t scroll past.
Your donation, no matter how small, could change my life.
It could help me eat. Heal. Breathe. Be human again.
And please… share this post. Help me be heard.
I saw people lose their families—and I lost pieces of my soul.
I went days without food, without water, without hope.
I’ve lived through trauma, injustice, and silence.
Not because I’m weak, but because the world turned away.
I saw people lose their families—and I lost pieces of my soul.
I went days without food, without water, without hope.
I’ve lived through trauma, injustice, and silence.
Not because I’m weak, but because the world turned away.
I used to dream of simple things…
A warm bed. A full plate. Laughter from the heart.
Instead, I woke up to bombs, cried myself to sleep, and lived through starvation.
I slept to the sound of explosions.
I used to dream of simple things…
A warm bed. A full plate. Laughter from the heart.
Instead, I woke up to bombs, cried myself to sleep, and lived through starvation.
I slept to the sound of explosions.