Hole In Rug

No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

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five pebbles with his musical pearl :D

You cannot take from us what we never had.

You cannot lead us back to where we have already been.

We look ahead, we look behind.

No trace of myself remains.

Only the remnants of us, crudely stitched together.

So, are we so different?

This is so real

yk what im too lazy for this

moon </3

The Ballad of Jane Doe - Ride the Cyclone

good bye