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by Fmidupina

by Fmidupina

                                    
                                              I was taught that being human is by becoming anything in this world but a vessel of negativity. 
                          Who are you besides a name? 

In times of grief—dare to be a home amidst the hundred wreckage.
On a dead clock days—dare to be a movement in its static space. 
In a room of salty tongues—dare to be the softness tucked away in hate.
And in tomorrows of uncertainties—dare to be the hope constant in defying thieving doubts.
                          Whoever your name dared to become, never forget to be human.

                          —a r e i a i e n