in which a girl writes down her thoughts on tattered blue pages, with only a worn-out copy of the Quran, a long dress, two granola bars, three dollars and her Lord to guide her while surviving on the streets of New York City. ~ They say that somewhere along the road of this twisted life, you'll find yourself, That you'll become the good person you were always meant to be, But as I trudged down the isolated streets, I wondered how I was going to find myself, my тяυє self, When I was already so lost [All Rights Reserved @FallingFeather] {Cover by @Zammurad}