this rubble is ours

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hues of pink

thread of life

white roses

her

mama iโ€™m hungry

broken cups, broken hearts.

i must go

my purpose

bad weather

who do I kiss and never tell these stories to now?

easier to live without.

dedicate a chapter to each of u

tiles

untitled

i never let them go

evicted

elephant in the room

11/16

claws on my jugular pt 2

growing paIns

how you doing inner child?

grass in kabul

90 days

october 7

butterflies

anxious about the world

๐Ÿ•Š

prison bars

paint my nails colorless paint my face colorless

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claws on my jugular

rhythmic heart beats

๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ•Š

inhale oxygen, exhale carbon dioxide

the world we live in

a letter to all iโ€™ve lost

glass doors

voices in the void out now :)

4x6 suitcases

10 year old Sayeda

5 am

fly high

the art of resistance

invisible hands

where are my flowers?

dials +93

7 minutes

unrecognized

the unheard

when iโ€™m not here

a void of voices

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