I am worth more than a metaphor for trauma
painted in florals and fruit, but gardens are beautiful
and I've seen some survive the brutal of winter.
The thing is,
I'm healing.
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Story by ― Дима
THESE CROOKED TEETH
❛ IF THEY CANNOT SURVIVE, LET THEM DIE ❜
Children born into the shadows of war are never quite right. It is a...
