It wasn't just food we were searching for β
it was the dignity we lost in the crowd.
I stood among them, holding empty pots with hands even emptier than my heart.
We fought for a piece that might not even be enough,
because hunger doesn't care about pride.
Every night, I promised myself:
One day, I'll live with dignity.
But every day, that dream seemed farther away.
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