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to the server to view the underlying object.
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"content": "If I had another life<br /><br />If I had another life<br />I would know what to do<br />I wouldn’t make some mistakes<br />I surely wouldn’t lose you<br /><br />If I had one more chance<br />I’d know how to use it right<br />But what can I do<br />I’m living for the first time<br /><br />",
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"published": "2025-04-19T17:27:22+00:00",
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"content": "If I had another life\n\nIf I had another life\nI would know what to do\nI wouldn’t make some mistakes\nI surely wouldn’t lose you\n\nIf I had one more chance\nI’d know how to use it right\nBut what can I do\nI’m living for the first time\n\n",
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"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1760097449906544640",
"content": "I am the villain in the eyes of the real villains…..",
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"content": "I am the villain in the eyes of the real villains…..",
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"content": "Why am I angry?<br /><br />I don't know—<br />Shouldn’t you ask yourself first?<br />Shouldn't you try to see<br />What caused this in me,<br />Instead of accusing me of being angry?<br /><br />Could you try to understand<br />What I went through,<br />Or what you put me through?<br />I didn’t do this to myself,<br />This couldn’t have happened without you.<br /><br />I was just a kid,<br />A kid who lived through hell.<br />Now tell me, did I deserve it?<br />Yes, I know—<br />You think I did,<br />I know you too well.<br /><br />No, that didn’t make me more mature,<br />It didn’t make me better.<br />Those things turned my world upside down,<br />Made me suffer more than I could measure.<br /><br />I’m still trying to recover,<br />From all the damage you caused.<br />No, not all damage is good damage—<br />That quote is a lie,<br />A fake truth in disguise,<br />One that leaves no room to survive.<br /><br />But you think I’ve forgotten,<br />The childhood you tried to take,<br />That wound is buried deep in my heart,<br />And this heart will forever ache.",
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"published": "2025-04-19T00:02:09+00:00",
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"content": "Why am I angry?\n\nI don't know—\nShouldn’t you ask yourself first?\nShouldn't you try to see\nWhat caused this in me,\nInstead of accusing me of being angry?\n\nCould you try to understand\nWhat I went through,\nOr what you put me through?\nI didn’t do this to myself,\nThis couldn’t have happened without you.\n\nI was just a kid,\nA kid who lived through hell.\nNow tell me, did I deserve it?\nYes, I know—\nYou think I did,\nI know you too well.\n\nNo, that didn’t make me more mature,\nIt didn’t make me better.\nThose things turned my world upside down,\nMade me suffer more than I could measure.\n\nI’m still trying to recover,\nFrom all the damage you caused.\nNo, not all damage is good damage—\nThat quote is a lie,\nA fake truth in disguise,\nOne that leaves no room to survive.\n\nBut you think I’ve forgotten,\nThe childhood you tried to take,\nThat wound is buried deep in my heart,\nAnd this heart will forever ache.",
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"content": "I met my younger self for coffee today.<br />We were both 15 minutes early.<br />She ordered a macchiato, and I had an American coffee.<br />Her eyes were full of sparks, mine were tired,<br />full of dark circles and unanswered questions.<br /><br />She told me how her biggest dream was to study medicine in Paris,<br />how she was certain she’d achieve everything she imagined.<br />I told her I couldn’t get into medical school,<br />but I’d try again this year,<br />because it’s still my biggest dream.<br /><br />She talked about visiting her grandparents this weekend.<br />I told her they were living with us now,<br />since Grandpa got sick. She started crying.<br /><br />She cried harder when she saw me light a cigarette,<br />knowing she’d never touch one,<br />never even think about it.<br /><br />She started talking about her friends,<br />and I stared at her, silent,<br />knowing they’d be the biggest disappointments of her life.<br /><br />She was so excited to start high school,<br />but I couldn’t tell her she’d end up hating it.<br /><br />She told me about some crushes.<br />I smiled, told her about him —<br />the love of my life —<br />and offered some advice on how not to mess it up.<br /><br />I told her I’m closer to God than I’ve ever been,<br />something I never thought I would say.<br />She was surprised, because she never thought it mattered so much.<br /><br />I could see how happy she was,<br />so I didn’t want to spoil it.<br />But she saw it in my eyes —<br />nothing was okay.<br /><br />We cried together.<br />And that was the last time I’ll meet her.<br />I can’t do this to her again.",
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"published": "2025-04-18T23:52:43+00:00",
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"content": "I met my younger self for coffee today.\nWe were both 15 minutes early.\nShe ordered a macchiato, and I had an American coffee.\nHer eyes were full of sparks, mine were tired,\nfull of dark circles and unanswered questions.\n\nShe told me how her biggest dream was to study medicine in Paris,\nhow she was certain she’d achieve everything she imagined.\nI told her I couldn’t get into medical school,\nbut I’d try again this year,\nbecause it’s still my biggest dream.\n\nShe talked about visiting her grandparents this weekend.\nI told her they were living with us now,\nsince Grandpa got sick. She started crying.\n\nShe cried harder when she saw me light a cigarette,\nknowing she’d never touch one,\nnever even think about it.\n\nShe started talking about her friends,\nand I stared at her, silent,\nknowing they’d be the biggest disappointments of her life.\n\nShe was so excited to start high school,\nbut I couldn’t tell her she’d end up hating it.\n\nShe told me about some crushes.\nI smiled, told her about him —\nthe love of my life —\nand offered some advice on how not to mess it up.\n\nI told her I’m closer to God than I’ve ever been,\nsomething I never thought I would say.\nShe was surprised, because she never thought it mattered so much.\n\nI could see how happy she was,\nso I didn’t want to spoil it.\nBut she saw it in my eyes —\nnothing was okay.\n\nWe cried together.\nAnd that was the last time I’ll meet her.\nI can’t do this to her again.",
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"content": "<br />I would destroy the world<br />For your smile,<br />I’d set it on fire<br />If I saw you cry.<br /><br />I’d swim the oceans wide<br />If you lived on the other side,<br />I’d be one with the flowers<br />If one day you died.<br /><br />I’d write a book,<br />To describe your eyes,<br />To tell the world<br />How I love your smile.<br /><br />But I can’t betray myself,<br />Not after that night—<br />When my mother saw me,<br />Crying like a child.<br /><br />When I was swimming<br />In my tears,<br />When I was dying,<br />Just to have you near.<br /><br />I lost control that night,<br />Couldn’t find myself,<br />And for a moment,<br />I thought I was dead.<br /><br />I can’t forgive you for that,<br />Can’t be so naive,<br />I can’t pretend I don’t know<br />That you were playing with me.",
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"published": "2025-04-18T23:39:03+00:00",
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"content": "\nI would destroy the world\nFor your smile,\nI’d set it on fire\nIf I saw you cry.\n\nI’d swim the oceans wide\nIf you lived on the other side,\nI’d be one with the flowers\nIf one day you died.\n\nI’d write a book,\nTo describe your eyes,\nTo tell the world\nHow I love your smile.\n\nBut I can’t betray myself,\nNot after that night—\nWhen my mother saw me,\nCrying like a child.\n\nWhen I was swimming\nIn my tears,\nWhen I was dying,\nJust to have you near.\n\nI lost control that night,\nCouldn’t find myself,\nAnd for a moment,\nI thought I was dead.\n\nI can’t forgive you for that,\nCan’t be so naive,\nI can’t pretend I don’t know\nThat you were playing with me.",
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"content": "Tried to forget you,<br />But how could I?<br />Tried to believe you don’t exist,<br />But you live rent-free in my mind.<br /><br />You’re the question<br />Whose answer I hate,<br />You’re the topic<br />I can't seem to escape.",
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"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1760111522706628608",
"published": "2025-04-18T23:34:48+00:00",
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"content": "Tried to forget you,\nBut how could I?\nTried to believe you don’t exist,\nBut you live rent-free in my mind.\n\nYou’re the question\nWhose answer I hate,\nYou’re the topic\nI can't seem to escape.",
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"content": "The sun dips low, the sky turns gold,<br />A story of the day, quietly told.<br />The stars peek out, a soft, bright show,<br />Whispering secrets only night will know.<br /><br />",
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"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1760110464336928768",
"published": "2025-04-18T23:30:35+00:00",
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"content": "The sun dips low, the sky turns gold,\nA story of the day, quietly told.\nThe stars peek out, a soft, bright show,\nWhispering secrets only night will know.\n\n",
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"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1760097449906544640",
"content": "The heart is a wild thing,<br />unpredictable and free<br />it beats like a storm,<br />and sometimes,<br />like a quiet sea.",
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"published": "2025-04-18T23:28:40+00:00",
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"content": "The heart is a wild thing,\nunpredictable and free\nit beats like a storm,\nand sometimes,\nlike a quiet sea.",
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"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/1760097449906544640",
"content": "Life can feel like an endless uphill climb, each step heavier than the last. The weight of responsibilities, expectations, and setbacks can make it seem like progress is just out of reach, no matter how hard you try. Sometimes it feels like the world moves on without you, leaving you to struggle with moments of doubt, confusion, and exhaustion. It’s easy to lose sight of your own worth when the road ahead is blurry, and the constant pressure to keep going can make every day feel like a battle. Yet, even in the hardest of times, there's an undeniable strength that emerges, a quiet resilience that keeps us moving forward, one small step at a time.",
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"published": "2025-04-18T23:25:34+00:00",
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"content": "Life can feel like an endless uphill climb, each step heavier than the last. The weight of responsibilities, expectations, and setbacks can make it seem like progress is just out of reach, no matter how hard you try. Sometimes it feels like the world moves on without you, leaving you to struggle with moments of doubt, confusion, and exhaustion. It’s easy to lose sight of your own worth when the road ahead is blurry, and the constant pressure to keep going can make every day feel like a battle. Yet, even in the hardest of times, there's an undeniable strength that emerges, a quiet resilience that keeps us moving forward, one small step at a time.",
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"content": "The Stranger Who Taught Me to Love the Ordinary<br /><br />I never believed in love at first sight — until I met him in the most ordinary of places: a coffee shop.<br /><br />It wasn’t anything grand. He wasn’t strikingly handsome, nor did he say anything profound. But when our eyes met across the counter, something shifted. Maybe it was the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, or how he tapped his fingers on the mug, lost in thought.<br /><br />He looked... tired. Like life had been trying to teach him lessons he wasn’t ready for.<br /><br />I had my coffee, scribbled in my notebook, and tried to ignore the pull of something unspoken between us. After all, it wasn’t a place for magic. It was just a Tuesday.<br /><br />But that moment lingered, like the steam curling up from his cup.<br /><br />The next day, he was there again, same time, same seat. And the day after that. The days blurred into one another, like the pages of a book I couldn’t put down.<br /><br />We didn’t talk at first. Just nodded, exchanged glances, and shared the quiet comfort of the same routine.<br /><br />And then, one afternoon, he asked, “Do you believe that love finds you in the ordinary things?”<br /><br />I blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”<br /><br />“Not the fireworks or the movies,” he said, tapping his mug again. “But in the way someone remembers to bring you coffee on a cold morning, or how you catch their eye when you least expect it. The quiet moments... aren’t they the ones that matter?”<br /><br />I thought about it for a while. I thought about the times I’d expected love to be a grand gesture, a big event, a life-changing moment. But what if love wasn’t about the extremes? What if it was hidden in the tiny, unspoken exchanges — the shared silence, the smile over the rim of a coffee cup, the way two people simply understood each other without words?<br /><br />The days passed, and our conversations grew longer. He shared his life, I shared mine. We discovered we both loved the rain, hated waiting for the subway, and believed that the best things were always slightly out of reach.<br /><br />And then one day, without warning, he was gone. No note, no explanation, just an empty seat where he had sat every day for weeks.<br /><br />I waited for him the next morning, and the next, but he never came back.<br /><br />At first, I was angry. Why did he come into my life just to leave like that? But then, I remembered his words.<br /><br />Love, I realized, isn’t about holding on tight. It’s about learning to appreciate the quiet beauty of ordinary moments — even the ones that only last for a little while.<br /><br />Sometimes, love isn’t a forever thing. Sometimes, it’s just a lesson in how to live fully in the present, without needing anything more.<br /><br />End.",
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"published": "2025-04-18T23:23:01+00:00",
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"content": "The Stranger Who Taught Me to Love the Ordinary\n\nI never believed in love at first sight — until I met him in the most ordinary of places: a coffee shop.\n\nIt wasn’t anything grand. He wasn’t strikingly handsome, nor did he say anything profound. But when our eyes met across the counter, something shifted. Maybe it was the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, or how he tapped his fingers on the mug, lost in thought.\n\nHe looked... tired. Like life had been trying to teach him lessons he wasn’t ready for.\n\nI had my coffee, scribbled in my notebook, and tried to ignore the pull of something unspoken between us. After all, it wasn’t a place for magic. It was just a Tuesday.\n\nBut that moment lingered, like the steam curling up from his cup.\n\nThe next day, he was there again, same time, same seat. And the day after that. The days blurred into one another, like the pages of a book I couldn’t put down.\n\nWe didn’t talk at first. Just nodded, exchanged glances, and shared the quiet comfort of the same routine.\n\nAnd then, one afternoon, he asked, “Do you believe that love finds you in the ordinary things?”\n\nI blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”\n\n“Not the fireworks or the movies,” he said, tapping his mug again. “But in the way someone remembers to bring you coffee on a cold morning, or how you catch their eye when you least expect it. The quiet moments... aren’t they the ones that matter?”\n\nI thought about it for a while. I thought about the times I’d expected love to be a grand gesture, a big event, a life-changing moment. But what if love wasn’t about the extremes? What if it was hidden in the tiny, unspoken exchanges — the shared silence, the smile over the rim of a coffee cup, the way two people simply understood each other without words?\n\nThe days passed, and our conversations grew longer. He shared his life, I shared mine. We discovered we both loved the rain, hated waiting for the subway, and believed that the best things were always slightly out of reach.\n\nAnd then one day, without warning, he was gone. No note, no explanation, just an empty seat where he had sat every day for weeks.\n\nI waited for him the next morning, and the next, but he never came back.\n\nAt first, I was angry. Why did he come into my life just to leave like that? But then, I remembered his words.\n\nLove, I realized, isn’t about holding on tight. It’s about learning to appreciate the quiet beauty of ordinary moments — even the ones that only last for a little while.\n\nSometimes, love isn’t a forever thing. Sometimes, it’s just a lesson in how to live fully in the present, without needing anything more.\n\nEnd.",
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"content": "In the quiet of the night, the stars speak in whispers only the heart can hear.",
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"content": "\"Dancing in Silence\" - A Poem<br /><br />The moonlight spills across the floor,<br />A silent echo of the war.<br />I sway, unseen, in sacred grace,<br /> With pain and joy upon my face.",
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