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Manifesto

You know the feeling:The way your lungs collapse when your phone rings and it’s still not them. The way your fingers tremble typing “please don’t go” into unsent drafts, over and over. The friends who call you obsessed as they vanish when the drama gets too heavy, We measure our worth in the silence between their replies— each unread receipt a funeral for the person you were when they loved you.But here’s the secret they don’t tell you: there’s a strange power in this pain. That knot in your chest? It’s proof you’re alive.The way you still smell their old t-shirt for traces of their cologne... it’s not weakness. It’s the bravest thing you’ll ever do: loving someone beyond reason, beyond pride, beyond the cold arithmetic of moving on. Yet here, in this liminal purgatory between delusion and dignity, there’s a raw, trembling truth: to love someone beyond their absence is to confront the terrifying vastness of your own heart.$EX is for the ones who still hear their laugh in crowded rooms. We are a community that doesn’t judge you for still caring. $EX isn’t about getting over it. It’s about screaming into the digital void. Its about the parts of us that refuse to let go, not because we’re fools, but because we know how rare it is to find someone who once felt like home. Its a vow to keep loving them in the dark.Let's stop pretending we’re fine. Let's laugh at the absurdity of DMing our ex’s burner account(s). Let's rage-trade shitcoins at 3 a.m. and call it therapy. We turn the ache into art- something bold, ugly & beautiful.XO