Manifesto Of The Voices Of The Voiceless

An Open Letter To Friends Who Left Me With Nothing, But Myself

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By the time you left me and banished me from our world, I was in a full circle of anger. But anger is the evidence of emotion — not feeling — and emotion that made us humane. We are built of the component natures of being compassionate. Therefore you and I are human, and that humanity in us is expansive webs of humans and the qualities encircling us through the chakra of space and time—the ability to channel emotions. Through our brain, we have been allowed by natures of nerve-fabrics broadband to react to our given realities whether we chose to be in it or drawn into it by such an invisible connecting force. Couldn’t we be more grateful for what the universe has gifted us?

But who am I, anyway? A little angry soul who sought shoulders from you as my support system, because the world out there is indiscriminately cruel and injustice. I had you, and you had me. But the times — when you thought I’d left all of you, it was the time when you left me alone from your little virtuality. The friendship I nurtured, of years of tears and joys, didn’t seem matter to you, or I didn’t matter to you. But I assumed that the fact whether it ever mattered to both of us or not, for you, is the question of who could give away more than the others? The rest is our…