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its not a bad thing to be invisible
A letter to my past self, Raw message of survival, pride, and truth
To the Invisible Me
You stood in silence, unheard but not broken—
The world passed you by, but you saw everything.
Their eyes weren’t ready for your light,
So you learned to glow quietly in the dark.
You weren’t missing—you were watching.
Every wound you took became a window.
Every step they mocked became your own private march
Toward a dream no one else believed in but you.
A Note from Cipher Noir
Empowering Communities with Street Artists Souls CIC
You are not what's behind you.
You're the fire walking forward through it.
You’re the quiet rebuild in the rubble,
the art scribbled in margins,
the voice that cracked but kept singing.
Some people wait to be found.
You’re out here finding yourself—
with pens, with paint, with scars and stories.
And every time you speak your truth,
someone else gets permission to heal too.
So write like your life depends on it—
because maybe it does.
And maybe someone else’s does too.
— Cipher Noir
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"Help us connect with and support street artists, poets, writers and musicians from marginalised communities. Together, we can make their voices heard."