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Hello, I am a new member looking for people to socialize with in a friendly debate setting. Politically I lean pretty left, but I like to think I am open minded. I am not religious anymore. I am looking forward to meeting people and doing some debates.
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A poem I made for my boyfriend.
The Man Who Dreams and Does:
He wakes before the sun, whispers into the mirror,
"If you can dream it, you can do it,"
but the mirror doesn't care.
It only reflects yesterdatt's lines.
The difference between him and dreamers?
He knows. He knows.
It's his skills that will make him rich, not passion.
It's the relentless honing, the blade against stone,
the fire of daily grind that forgives wealth.
It's the boring work, the monotonous stitches,
the threads that weave his life together.
Unseen, unheard, except by him.
Success doesn't happen overnight.
It's the slow, deliberate march,
one step, then another,
a rythym only he can hear
even when the music fades away.
Success demands sacrifice-
the trade of pleasure now for what tomorrow may hold.
He's chosen work when others played,
holding out for something more.
It's the imperfect, clumsy steps he's taken,
the falls, the bruises-
but he's learned to love the pulse
of progress through failing.
He must chase the impact he will make.
He doesn't care about the glory,
just the value, the ripples left behind.
In life, you don't get what you want-
You get what you've earned.
He's earned this,
a life stitched thread by thread,
a dream turned real because he dared
to do what others wouldn't.
The world will remember his name,
not for the noise he made,
but for the dream he quietly labored,
that shaped him into something more.
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