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Intro. We were not born on the streets, but the street rewrote us. Each of us is a trace, a voice, an echo. We are the ones who walk like the wind without blowing it away. We are the ones who burn like ashes and still laugh. We are the ones who resist without breaking like a buckle. Those who smilingly and prick thorns like Siva, those who carry them all like Eflah. Our names are not written on the walls, but in each other's hearts. We are Street Echoes. Even if our voice is not heard, our echo remains.
Street Echoes
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Street Echoes
Street Echoes
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Intro. We were not born on the streets, but the street rewrote us. Each of us is a trace, a voice, an echo. We are the ones who walk like the wind without blowing it away. We are the ones who burn like ashes and still laugh. We are the ones who resist without breaking like a buckle. Those who smilingly and prick thorns like Siva, those who carry them all like Eflah. Our names are not written on the walls, but in each other's hearts. We are Street Echoes. Even if our voice is not heard, our echo remains.
Street Echoes
@ShadowetteReads
Street Echoes
Street Echoes