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"breathe, darling in, out, in, out, it's okay, baby, you're doing great. it's okay, baby, don't be afraid i'm right here i'll always be with you, okay? i know it's painful, honey, i know i'm sorry i can't help you but you have to breathe, okay? help is on the way see that light over there? there's men coming, they're going to help--" Mommy stopped soothing her crying baby, as the people lifted the infant up from the rubble. She gulped, instructed to them on how to hold him, where the wounds have pained him, even if she knew that it was no use. after all, the voice of the dead can't be heard by the living.
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
a day in Aleppo.
"breathe, darling in, out, in, out, it's okay, baby, you're doing great. it's okay, baby, don't be afraid i'm right here i'll always be with you, okay? i know it's painful, honey, i know i'm sorry i can't help you but you have to breathe, okay? help is on the way see that light over there? there's men coming, they're going to help--" Mommy stopped soothing her crying baby, as the people lifted the infant up from the rubble. She gulped, instructed to them on how to hold him, where the wounds have pained him, even if she knew that it was no use. after all, the voice of the dead can't be heard by the living.
a tribute to the tragedy that is happening across the world. the media might not show it, but we know.
#tragedy#aleppo
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syaaa
Indonesia
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
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