Winter didn’t end the war. It finished what bombs started.

Flooded tents. Sick bodies. No shelter. Pain is background noise now and we’re still here, freezing.

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The year changes. Nothing else does.

I refresh the page. Silence answers.

Time moves on, and we’re being left behind.

This isn’t patience. It’s being ignored.

Don’t let this year start with our disappearance.