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The city never sleeps and neither do the dreams hidden in its people

Glitch Girl on Base Gn fam

I guess this will probably be my last post on here I’m really grateful I had the chance to create content on this platform alongside you and Base It’s been a great experience Thanks to all of you. And thank you Base🟦

Gn base fam Have a great night

I’m not lazy I’m just exhausted from carrying invisible weight. The clock ticks louder every day and routine wraps around me like a slow tightening rope

The world stands with the people of Iran Together against the oppressive regime of the Islamic Republic Justice will prevail

In the shadow of the street everyday life moves quietly between light and silence People pass with untold stories in their steps

When the streets overflow with people, it is no longer just a crowd it is a force. Anger that was buried for years turns into a wave that no government can ignore Edited by : Glitch Girl

Dreams hide beneath routines and hope walks beside exhaustion Every hurried face carries a silent story

Gn Base Fam

A revolution is born when the streets overflow with people when fear dissolves into courage and when a government realizes that power never truly belonged to it History changes the moment the crowd understands its own strength Edited by : Glitch Girl

For freedom lives were given In streets soaked with blood under the weight of oppression young hearts rose An echo of revolution still walks these roads Edited by : Glitch Girl

Red sunsets hit harder after long days Buildings watch everything never resting Edited by : Glitch Girl

A red dawn witnesses the enemy cavalry filling the streets Oppression charges without mercy but a generation of youth refuses to retreat. From this imbalance of power revolution is born Edited by : Glitch Girl

A red dawn rises over blood filled streets People stand between oppression and freedom knowing that revolution is the only language left when justice is denied Edited by : Glitch Girl

Smoke filled the streets, blood stained the ground and young voices turned into screams Under the weight of oppression the streets became witnesses and the youth became the revolution

Through smoke and blood the streets spoke.The youth screamed against oppression, and every cry carved the shape of revolution into the city’s broken walls

From the blood of revenge a revolution is born. From the ashes of oppression freedom rises. What was meant to silence us became the spark that awakened a nation. Edited by : Glitch Girl

I feel like I need therapy made of silence and trees long walks deep breaths and nothing to explain. But lately even the idea of healing feels exhausting It’s strange how I crave peace so deeply yet don’t have the energy to reach for it.