Delicate things aren’t meant for shelves
I never understood why people wait for special days to use the things they love. Delicate things aren’t just for shelves, special occasions, or guests.
I am a neurodivergent and introverted poet from Alpha Centauri currently touring your Solar System. Yes, I am an alien. Be my reader at your human risk.
I never understood why people wait for special days to use the things they love. Delicate things aren’t just for shelves, special occasions, or guests.
There was a time when pain demanded a reaction—when injustice burned in the chest, when sorrow welled up in the eyes, when rage found its voice.
I was happier when I didn’t know the difference between right and wrong. I am disgusted and sad, yet I prefer this pain over the pain of ignorance.
Never push someone with your hostility, hatred, and actions to the point where death feels like an escape. Do not let… Sadia Hakim
There’s something terribly wrong with my heart. It runs toward the abuser
هناك خطأ فظيع في قلبي. إنه يركض نحو المعتدي ليشرح له مدى شعوره بالألم.
The older I get, the more I realize the importance of a rainy day, a freshly brewed cup of tea or coffee, and a good book to read.
Dear Diary,
I have destroyed myself. I have destroyed myself. My heart, my soul, my dreams, and that little kid inside who had the recklessness
Something is disgustingly, horribly, inhumanely, and metastatically wrong with people.
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