I live in a warzone,
A place that has no place for love. A desert so dry thou it has some trees. People who are hungry are no longer people. No place for compassion. No awareness of behavior. People with fixed mindsets. People holding books and pens are moslty frowned upon. and the saddest of it all, People who smile are judged cause you aren’t allowed to smile when others are suffering. You should hide your strengths to appear weak and fit in or lock yourselfup like i do. Thus a war zone is sand that kills all seeds in it, especially if they were healthy, there's no much of this positive vibes here