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I saw a post on Reddit today by a Ukrainian girl who hasn't heard from her boyfriend, who is off fighting to defend their home, in a very long time. Her post was heartbreaking to realize how little hope there is in this situation, and how empty her life is without him. It's heartbreaking.

How can we let a civilized country fight for so long against unprovoked aggression? Where is our compassion? Where is our humanity? We've seen this attack unfolding before our eyes for over three years now and have done so little to help. Now we have a government that's hostile to our allies and friendly with the enemy.

How can we be so blind? How do we walk so eagerly by the tightening leashes around our necks? Now is not the time to be timid, but to be brave and stand up for the rights we hold so dearly, and the rights of others to live and flourish.

Stand with Ukraine 💙💛

#clawhammer #banjo #ukraine

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My boyfriend is going to die before reading my last message.

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Hello! I’m a gal from Ukraine, and my boyfriend serves in the Armed Forces of Ukraine. He’s new to this, although a part of his family joined AFC long ago. But anyway. So. He’s gonna be either injured, or gone crazy, or dead. And the last thing is just. Sad. Because.

I’ve lived in Kyiv for about 8 years, and I’ve never seen the main Christmas Tree. Not on The Independence Square (Maidan Nezalezhnosti), not on Sophia Square. And I want to, it’s just.. this holiday preparation takes a lot of effort, and I’m exhausted by the end of that. Also, I hate cold. But last year I impulsively decided to go see a tree with my bf! Unfortunately, we were too late. So, we made a deal to go there by the end of this year. And I set a message (Telegram) on timer to the next New Year’s Eve.

I might be paranoid, but worst-case scenario is he’s going to die or disappear into a mass grave and be never heard of again.

But just imagine. New Year’s Eve. His account is long abandoned. I am 99% sure he’s dead. And then I see that message. I receive the notification. It looks like a message from him, for a second I hope he is alive somewhere. But it’s just me. My stupid note from a year ago. About the tree we’re never going to see. About the future that’s never going to happen. It’s just me and a bunch of words. My words, his words, several voice messages, a couple of photos. And that’s all what is left of him.

And. I don’t care about what happens to the world if he’s not here with me. I don’t care about the sky anymore, I don’t care about my cluttered apartment. Garbage. Nothing. Emptiness.