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CAN’T STOP ﹐ txt

you know what I can’t stop thinking about?how the world lets some labels matter and others get ignored. holocaust survivors, everyone knows that brand right? iconic emotional powerful makes you stop and go damn but here’s the kicker palestinians? we’re survivors too. nakba survivors. oh you thought the nakba was just some event from 1948? no no no hayati, it’s still happening right now every single day so this is the term people need to start using when talking about palestinians: NAKBA SURVIVORS. not refugees, not some sad footnote in history and can we please stop even calling what happening in Gaza “ethnic cleansing”? like what are we doing here, rebranding atrocities to sound like a spring cleaning checklist? no it’s ethnic extermination. say it with me ex-ter-mi-na-tion. and yet somehow palestinians keep surviving. my family in gaza? 26 are still there, after losing too many. they wake up every day to a world that wants them gone and somehow they’re still trying to survive. but survival isn’t magic. it doesn’t just happen because they’re tough or brave or insert your inspirational buzzword of choice here. it happens because people like you give a damn and yes this is me asking you to really keep giving a damn. have you donated yet? incredible, thank you, love you forever. haven’t donated? this is your sign. thinking “but i already donated”? Please do it again. survival isn’t a one-time event. click the link and be part of the reason they’re still alive tomorrow.

WERE YOU SENT BY SOMEONE WHO WANTED ME DEAD DID YOU SLEEP WITH A GUN UNDERNEATH OUR BED WERE YOU WRITING A BOOK WERE YOU A SLEEPER CELL SPY IN FIFTY YEARS WILL ALL THIS BE DECLASSIFIED AND YOU’LL CONFESS WHY YOU DID IT AND I’LL SAY GOOD RIDDANCE CAUSE IT WASN’T SEXY ONCE IT WASN’T FORBIDDEN I WOULD’VE DIED FOR YOUR SINS INSTEAD I JUST DIED INSIDE AND YOU DESERVE PRISON BUT YOU WON’T GET TIME YOU’LL SLIDE INTO INBOXES AND SLIP THROUGH THE BARS YOU CRASHED MY PARTY AND YOUR RENTAL CAR YOU SAID NORMAL GIRLS ARE BORING BUT YOU WERE GONE BY THE MORNING YOU KICKED OUT THE STAGE LIGHTS BUT YOU’RE STILL PERFORMING AND IN PLAIN SIGHT YOU HID BUT YOU ARE WHAT YOU DID AND I’LL FORGET YOU BUT I’LL NEVER FORGIVE thesmallestmanwhoeverlived

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