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“Maybe we’re okay kid? I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love, you won’t be able to see beyond it. You won’t be able to see beyond it, I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love. Maybe we’re okay kid...”

Quote by Warsan Shire

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Warsan Shire
Warsan Shire

Warsan Shire is a British-Somali writer renowned for her poetry and prose. Her works often explore themes of identity, race, gender, and immigration, earning her praise from readers and critics alike. more

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