Send Me a Letterbomb, Come Visit Me in Hell

Mario. 20. Queen Bitch From Hell. Oblivious as fuck.
Any relation with reality is purely coincidental.

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Tonight, while the streets glow with laughter and masks,
one small soul lies in the dark — no costume, no candy, just pain. 🎃💔
He was found trembling by the road, his head swollen from infection, barely able to lift his eyes.
The vet said it’s spreading fast. He needs treatment now — or this might be his last Halloween.
It’s strange how we can decorate for ghosts… while a real life fades quietly, unseen.
I couldn’t scroll past. I donated. Maybe you can be the reason he wakes up tomorrow.

Oct 27, 2025

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Donate to I Found Him Crying in Pain on the Street — Now He’s Fighting, organized by Miljan Jankovic
I saw him on the side of the road, shaking and covered in dir… Miljan Jankovic needs your support for I Found Him Crying in Pain on the Stre
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Under the bright lights and roaring crowd, it’s easy to forget — this isn’t just a fight.
It’s pain stitched to purpose, stories told through scars and sweat.
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Every slam, every stare-down, every rise from the mat is a reminder: some wars aren’t fought for belts, but for belief — the belief that you still matter, that you can still rise.
Because in the ring, the world finally listens. 💥