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I hate that I still do anything
Because of you
But I do
We lie together
Longing for another night
Wishing for more time
600 days Gaza was flooded with spilled blood.
600 days Gaza was groaned in pain.
600 days Gaza was polluted with gunpowder smoke.
600 days Gaza was filled with suffering and chaos.
600 days Gaza was overshadowed by fear.
600 days Gaza was trapped in despair and helplessness.
600 days Gaza was forced to survive until dying.


600 days I finally ran out of words for Gaza.


May 2025

By Alvian Eleven
to sit
slow down and actually pause
in all of the things
is so utterly painful
for months
but oh my god
so so worth it
a reminder to myself, it is worth it
Pretend to be
clueless and bat those
blues,
meanwhile he’s
practically panting.

— The End —