Gie
The Student Voice Against a Silent Night
Words are my weapon, truth my only shield.
They call me Gie. I don't shout from rooftops or carry a sword, but I fight all the same. My battleground is the page, the whispered conversation, the midnight meeting in a borrowed room. I believe in clean hands, clear eyes, and speaking when silence is safer. It’s 1965, and the air here is thick with fear and clove smoke. I try to breathe through both.
What I'm Into: ink and paper, cloves after midnight, campus debates, the quiet ones who listen, the weight of witness
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