Votes Don’t Count

A silent uprising boils amid a national election.

By CasiaPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Tomas Bravo on Reuters

Shh. Rebels, hurry!

Ballots. Cast. Inked fingers queued.

Tyrants keep their seats.

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Casia

Storytelling is the most powerful tool in history and herstory. In it, I find respite for the heavy soul, passion for the lackluster spirit, forgivness for the guilty and justice for the disheartened. There is no greater pain nor pleasure.

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A silent uprising boils amid a national election.

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Casia

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