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Manifesto

I stand at the edge of what they tried to bury, A soul too stubborn to sink, too wild to contain. I am the fire from ash, the pulse from dead veins, A manifesto not to be read, but to be felt in the bones. They thought silence would break me, That the weight of their words could reshape my skin. But I am the echo of every unspoken truth, The one who rises from what they never believed could bend. Every fracture in me, a lesson carved in scars, Every tear, a testament to what they couldn't see— How I bend, but do not break. How I rage and still, somehow, find my way back to the light. I will not apologize for the fire in my chest, For the hands that grasp and pull, For the soul that speaks with a voice that shakes the ground beneath. Let them cower in their quiet worlds of compliance, I choose to burn, to scream, to create from chaos. In every shadow, I find my power— In every corner of darkness, a new horizon. I will not be erased. I will not be molded into their idea of what I should be. This is my manifesto, Written not in ink, but in the relentless beat of my heart. No force will silence me. No wound will claim my voice. I am my revolution, My blood, my breath, my will to endure. This is not a plea. This is the roar of someone who has learned how to live with fire.

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Date: 1/14/2025 1:33:00 PM
thus my stream of consciousness preface to greet thee on january fourteenth aspiring to dare you to envision an online rapport with me, a grammarian wannabe, latitudinarian, and unitarian to boot any thugs who get in my way as I strive to acquire quality friendships to a select small number of people, hence consider yourself lucky.
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Lunarya Mornelithe
Date: 1/15/2025 7:21:00 AM
a fellow connoisseur of wordplay and seeker of quality bonds! Your stream of consciousness dazzles with charm and a dash of bold spirit, setting the stage for an engaging rapport. I’m honored to be among the select few you'd consider for meaningful connection. Here’s to exploring wit, depth, and the occasional grammatical duel as we forge an enriching and entertaining exchange!
Date: 1/14/2025 1:32:00 PM
We, (albeit unknown to one another) share a common denominator of dogged nonestablishmentarianism among other qualities to survive in a webbed wide world of intolerance, whereby the burrowing instinct allow, enables, and provides shield to ward off the blood suckers - rather leeches, who suck up the pith and marrow of human virtue trying to sow discord kindling soulful tinder accessing lovely bones of innocent victims.
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Lunarya Mornelithe
Date: 1/15/2025 7:21:00 AM
a kindred spirit in resisting the tide of conformity! Your eloquent portrayal of our shared instinct to burrow and shield against the leeches of discord strikes a chord. In this tangled web, preserving virtue feels like an act of rebellion. May our connection kindle soulful understanding, warding off the world's predatory chaos and nurturing the lovely bones of resilience and hope.
Date: 1/5/2025 7:16:00 AM
Congratulations on your win dear poet. Cheers!!!
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Date: 1/5/2025 5:51:00 AM
Exquisite write Luna. "I am my own revolution" I like that line. A true survivor's manifesto
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Date: 1/4/2025 10:16:00 PM
Mahalo, Lunarva, for your visual write, and my compliments on your winning placement. Aloha~William
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