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They don’t know my name yet, just the sound of footsteps I leave in empty halls, a shadow learning how to stand in the light without folding. New kid in a world that already decided the rules, but I’m reading them backwards, writing my own margins in pencil that won’t stay erased. Eyes on me like I’m a question they forgot to study, like I’m a glitch in their routine, but I move like I belong in every space I enter. I don’t speak loud, I speak real, and real echoes longer than noise ever could. So call me “new,” but don’t confuse it with “temporary.” Even beginnings have a way of learning how to stay.
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
New Kidd
They don’t know my name yet, just the sound of footsteps I leave in empty halls, a shadow learning how to stand in the light without folding. New kid in a world that already decided the rules, but I’m reading them backwards, writing my own margins in pencil that won’t stay erased. Eyes on me like I’m a question they forgot to study, like I’m a glitch in their routine, but I move like I belong in every space I enter. I don’t speak loud, I speak real, and real echoes longer than noise ever could. So call me “new,” but don’t confuse it with “temporary.” Even beginnings have a way of learning how to stay.
New Kidd.
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
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