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You scroll past the child with the hollow belly, think sad, what can I do? That question is a lock. The key is your voice. Ten million names your tongue has never held. Each one a hunger, not a metaphor. Each one a figure, not a statistic. Your silence is the breathing that continues after the reading. So breathe different. Speak the one name you know. Then another. Let your scrolling thumbs become hands that write, call, give, stay. The dead do not ask for tears. They ask for the end of the tra
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You scroll past the child with the hollow belly, think sad, what can I do? That question is a lock. The key is your voice. Ten million names your tongue has never held. Each one a hunger, not a metaphor. Each one a figure, not a statistic. Your silence is the breathing that continues after the reading. So breathe different. Speak the one name you know. Then another. Let your scrolling thumbs become hands that write, call, give, stay. The dead do not ask for tears. They ask for the end of the tra
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