I miss the life I lost.
The one I didn’t even know I should cherish.
The one without sirens, without goodbyes.
I miss waking up
Without checking if my city still stands.
I miss mornings that smelled like coffee, not smoke.
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The one I didn’t even know I should cherish.
The one without sirens, without goodbyes.
I miss waking up
Without checking if my city still stands.
I miss mornings that smelled like coffee, not smoke.
🔽
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That tomorrow would be kind.
That dreams were safe.
Now every sunrise feels borrowed.
Every breath - a small defiance.
And all I can do
Is miss the life that war erased.