I trusted stained-glass illusions, empty pill bottles, and song titles that sang of salvation. Raised on fabricated delicacy, I missed the morning’s breath and the birds’ indifference. Sunlight turned sterile, and we taught the earth to flinch. At seventeen, we fled—no plan, no map—just stolen wheels and roads that stared back. We looted identity, cried to a sleeping God beneath concrete, while screens broadcast our confusion in perfect clarity.

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27 Do not withhold good from those who need it, when you have the ability to help. 28 Do not say to your neighbor, “Go! Return tomorrow...