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When two worlds meet, markers on paper.

“boy let me crack those collarbones beneath my teeth like pretzel sticks” has been rattling around my mind for days

Cipriano Mannucci, Verso la luce, 1910

Ultimo domicilio conosciuto

yea well im possessed and its yours

okay now that’s over i can worry about tomorrow in peace

No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

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Painting I did based on this poem :)

~ Black | White | Gray ~