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They said "Not in line, not loud. is polite, quiet, and not noticeable from the crowd." But something touched me and refused to fill, Sparks in my chest, fire in my eyes.
I was born not only to be present, but to challenge silence and feel unbreakable. Where the card is empty to go to a place where the Ways fade, jumps into the water.
Exception - I start from there,here the logic ends, the dream of a dream. If the whisper has more truth than the call, and when the fear disappears, faith enters.
The beauty of chaos, the light of cracks, the wisdom of Questions, the strength of what is lacking. I don't need a stage, title, crown, or to wear or hold my purpose down. I dance with rejection, eat with doubt, is loved by an outwardly oriented heart. I failed, I bleed, I cried alone, but even in silence I have always grown.
You can call it strange - how I think How I pause, how I blink with a star, if others see the sky, if other questions: "Why?"
I see life through another glass, so, it's not limited to the present or tied to the past. I believe in scattering to see it, it's a messy middle, not just a clean one, but a messy middle
From normal - where the poem was born, the soul is slowly healed, and the mind is born again. If love is not filtered and the truth is not appropriate, can fall on their feet. So let them stay normal, I do something weird. Make them fear the storm, I dance with change. I am a wild and free traveler on the hiking streets paved by fate.
And if I have to go alone sometimes, without any clear signs, will inform it - I never broke, I was just chasing the flames through ashes and smoke.
So I'm here - a pro. , scars and pride, not quiet yet, not yet destroyed. All the heartbeats, every scar I wear, remind me that I'm done... Our of ordinary.
