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right man, wrong time

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your healing begins with you.

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It's okay to be broken

it's not okay to stay that way forever

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but what you did still haunts me like my biggest nightmare

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and even though it's been so long and I can move on with my life,sometimes at 3:00 in the morning, I wonder why things turned out the way they did and why, of all the options, you chose to lie

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I rather be understood than have your love, because what is love if you don’t understand my soul..

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If you're having a hard time right now, remember it's just temporary, you'll be fine and you're not alone

with love M

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same

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you're part of a big world where there's always room for you. you're not alone.

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a small act of kindness can save someone's world

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

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a lie from someone you trusted with your heart and showed tenderness is the heaviest burden on the mind, but the devil always has a familiar face and his lies are easily believed

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but I felt your touch in my dreams

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yeaaahhh

be boring. wake up early. exercise. work. learn. do the boring things. find fun in them. stick to a schedule. do what you have to do, not what you want to. obsess about how you'll get to where you want to be. don't waste your energy on anything that doesn't help you in the long run.

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people don't treat you badly because there's something wrong with you, but because there's something wrong with them :)

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but that day, there was nothing left of me

no words, no emotions, no strength to explain.only emptiness, which seemed to squeeze everything to the point where it was hard to breathe

I just stared at one point, realizing that there was no point in saying anything, in trying to do anything

because at that moment, I was gone

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but I remember how much pain your absence caused me