water yourself, love. 

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an imperfect writer who choked on a pomegranate seed, got drunk on coconut water, poured out her thoughts into paper (not screen), watched tropical tides, and bled on canvases. 

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can't you see the tears? don't they move you? can't you see the bloodshed? don't they shake you? can't you see the injustice? doesn't it thunder in your chest?

how long will silence be our answer?

there is a cry in the streets, a trembling in the air, begging you to look, to listen, to finally act...

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(please do not follow to unfollow.) 

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my imaginings on pages ↧

Il Vino Nero (Black Wine) 

M I A (The diary of a mute maid)

Play Me (A short birthday special- coming soon)

Winter's Pawn (A Christmas special - coming soon)

playlists? - visit my carrd profile

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be you, do you, for you, baby.