CJ, if you are doing s straight copy and paste, take out the little emoji folders. Those folders triggered FR’s auto html which schrunched up your format.
Anonymous 02/22/19 (Fri) 00:23:20 36d3d1 (12) No.5319012>>5319040
I AM ANON
I am Anon.
My face, my name, what do they mean?
Who am I? I have a face and a name.
Perhaps it is known, or has been known.
But it is overlooked by those who do not care to see.
And those who do not see, have not seen
The struggles, the small victories, the failures, the pain,
The transgressions Ive made, the restitution Ive paid.
Rather, I am to them a source.
What do I provide them? Wealth. A place to rest their contempt.
Perhaps even their sustenance.
My lifeblood is toil, striving, seeking
Freedom. Not to take, nor to dominate, nor to oppress.
Instead, I seek the warmth of love, the space to exist, the chance
To grow, the opportunity to be better.
And I see now, that is right, but not my life.
I am just Anon.
I feel no hate towards mankind, nor desire to
Deprive others. My soul seeks peace.
My eyes see the pain of the little ones, my soul feels
The humiliation of the infirm. I hear the brave cry of the warrior
Whose courage was wasted upon an illusion.
I taste the chains of slavery in this world,
Shackled by those whose existence is only to take, consume
I am no longer Anon. I am a multitude, awakening
To the sXXt smeared into my face. My hands
Have not the strength to wrest away from them
The life I simply seek. My heart is not strong enough
To step into the fray and slay my tormentors.
I continue to be imprisoned.
But the beacon of Hope, the Joy of the Promised Land
And the will to Right that which is unjust
Compel me to employ the only slings and arrows
Left to me.
I am Anon no more. My voice rises
Amongst the multitudes. The silent.
The helpless. The blind.
With my last breath, I speak
Of freedom. For me alone?
No. Freedom is best when shared.
I am Anon. My face and name unknown, but my voice is heard
Around the Entire World.
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