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They say the war has ended… But in our hearts, the echoes of explosions still remain. In every corner of our home lies a story left unfinished. Our doors, once opened to the light of morning, are now charred wood telling the silence of long, sleepless nights.

We thought returning to life would be simple… But when we came back to what was left of our house, we realized the destruction wasn’t only in the walls— it was in our dreams that fell with them. Beneath the rubble, we found my little daughter’s toys, and clothes waiting for a tomorrow that never came.

Today, we’re trying to start again from nothing. Trying to build warmth from ashes, a home from broken stones, and hope from the remains of pain.

We’re not asking for the impossible— only for a chance to live with dignity, to rebuild our home, to protect our children from the cold, and to tell the world: we are still here, despite everything.

Every contribution, no matter how small, is a brick in the wall of our new home, and a heartbeat in a heart trying to live again. Help us turn these ruins into warmth and hope.

I don't want to go home yet.

This place is so strange and yet so familiar.

Where walls take on a life of their own,

pressing in until the air

becomes increasingly thin.

People who have become strangers,

echoes from past lives,

I’m watching, miles away.

I don't belong here anymore.

in words bled from my pain,

Do you sometimes think of me

the way I think of you?

Full of despair,

clinging constantly,

every conversation on a continuous loop,

every moment burned into your soul,

my face in your mind's eye?

Do you?

Do you sometimes look at me

the way I do at you?

A glance full of treacherous love,

absorbing every little detail,

admiring every inch

like a building from the Victorian era?

Do you?

Do you sometimes listen to my voice

the way I do hear yours?

When thoughts roar,

when my tones become

a calm counterpart for you,

wrapped in peace?

Do you?

I know the answer,

but a no hurts more than a poem.

with those eyes I've lost myself in so many times,

and say that you love me,

even if it's not true.

to the damned antidepressants

and a promise I once made,

in a fragile moment,

when their words echoed

and their tears broke me.

But my heart is tied to you,

one-sided,

because it knows no other way,