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Call me a failure, a scissor-less tailor. But I’m not a terrorist— I’m a trial-and-errorist! I fall into fire, then rise even higher. I seek inner flash, not just piles of cash. Accept that I’m different— I don’t swim with the current. I’m not here to conform; I’m here to transform. Born to learn, my brain’s a disk to burn. Life runs on zero-one— The sky holds the moon and sun. Each soul crafts its story, So I’m not so sorry for narrating mine— whether I fail or shine. Write. Rewrite. Restart. My life itself is the art.
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May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
Trial-and-Errorist
Call me a failure, a scissor-less tailor. But I’m not a terrorist— I’m a trial-and-errorist! I fall into fire, then rise even higher. I seek inner flash, not just piles of cash. Accept that I’m different— I don’t swim with the current. I’m not here to conform; I’m here to transform. Born to learn, my brain’s a disk to burn. Life runs on zero-one— The sky holds the moon and sun. Each soul crafts its story, So I’m not so sorry for narrating mine— whether I fail or shine. Write. Rewrite. Restart. My life itself is the art.
A personal manifesto in verse — celebrating failure, transformation, and the courage to rewrite one’s life. A poetic ode to resilience in a world that demands conformity.
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pirikli
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pirikli
43/M/South Azerbaijan
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
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