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"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

i didnt hear what you said

hold on i need to blow my nose

wow

i feel kind of nauseous

is this anything

i don't know

this kind of reminds me of that one song

we can probably ignore that noise if you want to

why is my sock wet

it smells bad in here

that was weird

where are my glasses

ow

this is normal

sorry

just 2 chill people chilling

this is cool

can you say that again

are we good

hi, i am a trans woman who has been struggling to find work and income, a struggle that is made harder by a painful chronic illness. some of my symptoms have recently flared up/worsened to the point i can barely keep up with my own daily tasks. i am going to try and get on disability again bc i genuinely can not see myself working extensively in a state like this

i primarily need help with groceries and medication copays, in addition to regular bills and other life necesssities. i know a lot of us are hurting rn but if you have even a few bucks to spare, it would go a long way. i just need to get through.

hopefully this doesnt take too long but i hope you will all be patient and understanding in this time. anything helps, i love you! i set a goal based on how much i would probably need to get myself thru the next month or two

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Because it's passover we're officially out of the temporary job we had and we won't have any job or jig for this or next week.

It's almost a ghost town here.

We will need help with groceries, my meds and my healthcare renewal.

URGENTLY

I know I already have a recent post going around but I don't want to go long without my meds and we can't skip meals as we have 4 diabetics here.

Consider checking my Kofi for things I can do if you want to buy something.

We won't have access to a computer from Wednesday to Sunday, almost everything will be closed.

Please help

Anything helps!!!

I am not a hero from the pages of a book, nor a fallen star from the sky... I am an ordinary man — once had a life, three little flowers, and a wife whose heart softened with every sunbeam that entered our home. But the home is no more, and the sun no longer visits us as it used to.

Now, I measure time by the lines I stand in for water, and count the nights by the sleepless cries of my children — from cold, from hunger, or from a longing for what they’ve never even known.

Did we do wrong by being born in Gaza? Is it a sin to hold on to life, to still love despite the ruins?

I’m not asking for pity, but for solidarity in pain. My voice is weak, but it is sincere. If it reaches you, perhaps you can make a difference — one that cannot be measured.

Help me — not to build a wall, but to build hope.

Help me — to give my daughter a device so she can walk, instead of drifting into disability.

Help me — because life, even in rubble, is still worth holding on to.

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