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When I was very young there were a lot of things I used to do and some of them were, I used to smile at almost everyone, I used to go to the beach alone, travel anywhere, write poems and do message in a bottle whenever I’m stressed and lonely. 276 more words
and I couldn’t.
I thought of posting the poetic retelling of Niemöller’s “First they came…” and I couldn’t.
I want to speak out for the masses, the Syrians, the Jews, the Christians, the people of the Sahel, and the many others I do not know about, do not hear about, and probably will never see but I cannot find the words to describe the inhumanity of their plight. 420 more words