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Poverty, all around. The poor squeezed dry by every system, every suit, every layer of government. I’ve decided to leave, to live light, to give away what I no longer carry. Not to make a point, just to move. No one told me how. No school wrote back. No agency replied. No office opened the door. I asked. I waited. I knocked. Silence. So now, I give away for free what they would charge rent to store, tax to sell, or fine me for leaving behind. Not out of wealth, but because generosity feels like defiance in a world this rigid. They won’t tell me where to go just how to stay in place. I only heard rules as a reply No humanity in their solutions But I’m not waiting anymore
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Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
Frustration
Poverty, all around. The poor squeezed dry by every system, every suit, every layer of government. I’ve decided to leave, to live light, to give away what I no longer carry. Not to make a point, just to move. No one told me how. No school wrote back. No agency replied. No office opened the door. I asked. I waited. I knocked. Silence. So now, I give away for free what they would charge rent to store, tax to sell, or fine me for leaving behind. Not out of wealth, but because generosity feels like defiance in a world this rigid. They won’t tell me where to go just how to stay in place. I only heard rules as a reply No humanity in their solutions But I’m not waiting anymore
The world is sick. I'm leaving my country and donating most of my possessions to people in need and NOT ONE institution, including schools, accepted it, many have not even responded to the donation. Praise for the lady at a local shop. Who went out of her way to make sure the stuff goes to families in need.
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30/M/Where the sun shines
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
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