faded blue

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

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{Cover by @Zammurad}