A Call to End an Era of Injustice.
In blurring the lines between our privileges and our rights, we become complacent when we ought to hold ourselves and others accountable.
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I Am the Daughter of a Murderer. {poetry}
She put on her veil,
covering her berserk celestial face,
gliding through the streets of ruin
with no resting place of happiness or joy.