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To speak from the heart
Is never an easy task
But you help a bit
Childish jealousy
Doesn’t at all look well on me
They told me to call out
If I needed help
Yet I scream and plead
And still am not heard
Eid
Another holiday,
Different than before,
Tucked in safe,
Watching from afar,
While the rest of the world burns
War
There’s no such thing as a war zone
In your own home,
Right?
What a shame
We feel the need to hide from the ones we love

If only to avoid the fear of being judged
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