The sun that filled the cracks of my being.

Aleppo,

Hearing your name used to be like hearing the name of a lover, propagating butterflies in my stomach, bringing joy and laughter.
I grew up in your arms, feeling invincible every time I walked your streets. You were looking after me.
You were the light at the end of every tunnel I crossed, the sun that filled the cracks of my being.

I needed you. I still do. But this time, you need me too and I’m failing.

 

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