They tried to erase me quietly. Not with guns. Not with prison. Not even with exile. They tried to erase me with neglect. With distortion. With silence dressed up as normal life. They assumed that if they starved the signal long enough, the signal would forget itself. They were wrong.
Bitte wählen Sie Ihr Anliegen aus.
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