Blue sky above me
Shower me with big raindrops
So my feet can dance
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Seentia Islam
I'm just a Bengali-American woman trying to get through adulthood and am using this platform to find my voice. I'm also trying to raise money for some of my health-related issues (PCOS), so your support would mean the absolute world to me!
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