ajwa
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dear younger me, i see you. sitting in the corner of your roomyour small hands clenched into fists. your head buried into your kneesholding onto words that were too heavy to carry, but too dangerous to let go. there’s a storm behind your lips, begging to be set free,but nobody stops long enough to hear the storm fighting inside you. you learned early that silence was safer, being quiet was… ↓
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i’ve lost count of how many times i’ve held onto something too tightly, an idea, a plan, a hope – convinced it was meant to be mine. i told myself that if i just tried hard enough, it would come. and yet there were moments, when things didn’t work out. there’s a tough feeling to being let down, a feeling i’ve grown too familiar with. it’s like standing in the… ↓
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there’s a weight that comes with starting again. something heavy that comes with trying again and again. from the moments i let fear decide for me. i’ve been let down before, by people, by dreams, by myself. i held too tight, by the version of myself that was too afraid to take a chance. but i can’t let this keep happening. life isn’t going to wait for me to figure… ↓
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in a world split by borders and beliefs, there remains one truth, our shared humanity. yet, as our countries suffer, the connection feels distantly lost. i find myself seeking the truth in a lot of what is happening in the world, searching for some understanding of even a hint of the sorrow that our people endure. but the deeper i dig, the more i feel the weight of the guilt,… ↓
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