Dungeon Yuri

Hello ! Thanks for bearing with me , I am a Palestinian educator from Gaza whose life is dire and gruesome. Nothing has left for my family except the hope you can support and help us. After 9 months of war we became exhausted, hopeless , desperate , and displaced. Houses and livelihood sources have been lost and gone with the wind. Things are driving us insane and made. The least level of life can't be attained. Healthy water and food have become a dream we need to realize. What worsens our life more is the constant bombings and killings. That is why I am asking in this post to help us survive this unbearable circumstances , moving from hell to safety and peace. Your support can help us be safe and alive so friends you can support us either by directly donating whatever you can or by sharing my campaign links so that generous people can know about our tragedy and pain. Remember your small contribution can make a big difference for the lives of many children whose heath gets worse and worse everyday. Let their life change and let them feel happy through your kind contribution.

https://gofund.me/9b764ae7

My tongue started bleeding, but I still couldn't taste your sweet love.

Was it my desire to be loved that made it easy for you to in on my knees.

Giving me enough to live but not to be alive.

I hope one day I will be grow enough to understand the desire to own a person's mind and concentions but never their heart.

You made me feel I'm never enough, as if my mediocrity will never be able to feed your heavy appetite, but the truth is you are not hungry you have glutani, so matter how many pieces I cut of you will still want more, till the last drop of my blood and even after that you're sweet love will stand 10 feet away from me.

I believe in you.

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

Last drop of water

You tease me as if I'm a traveler lost in desert and you are the last drop of water.

All my worldly desires come to at end, as I fear I will loose you.

Walking each mile with a dry throat thinking about putting you to my lips, but the fear of what if the desire because intese in the next mile and my fear of loosing you become my reality.

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