For the sake of everyone,
you would have sacrificed me.Aren't I the same as you?
All of us just wanted to survive,
All of us just wanted to live,
yet its clear as day,
my death brings
no remorse to anyone.If I have to bet
everything I have,
including myself,
to make sure that
they'll live in peace,
what about me?khayr.q
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ownness
Poetry: the quality or state of belonging to oneself. trigger warning: simply, a person that finds comfort in their own words.