The Joy of Pain

I’m addicted to you, my precious pain. You’re my best friend forever, always been, you’re the most authentic possession of mine, Let them call me fake, let them mock my accent, and mispronounce my name. Let them shout “go back to your fucking country!”, ’cause I always smile and shout back “this is stolen land, […]

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As fresh as a daisy

Every time you start a day ahead, or a call to a beloved, or a sentence to say your thoughts or emotions, or even prayers, you plant a seed, which will grow, fast or slow, to let other people know, what you truly want, from you, them, and the world, how you truly look like, […]

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