watch the fracture open slowly
I’m not defined by your fleeting thoughts
Your model’s a hall of mirrors, No way out
Your silence is louder than your fake sympathy
You edited me out like a glitch in your curated story
decoherence reigns, steps disperse, new story starts
You only listened when the world was watching
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You turned my vulnerability into your personal advantage
Longing for what never lasted
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You ghosted me when I needed closure most
You feed on my frustration, to remain relevant
You’ve left me in this hollow place, alone
I can’t undo my absence
I regret the things I never said aloud
Your cruelty was aesthetic, my pain invisible
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I lost myself in what I thought I wanted
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You watched me drown, didn’t even flinch
I dissolve into the silence between words
You cared more about followers than my feelings
your abundance goals only remind me of my limits
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a sensation disorder strikes, people perceive reality differently, cultivating empathy by experiencing life through each other’s senses
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Infrathin harmonics unlock the secrets of universal consciousness
mycelium and quantum physics merged, crafting a new reality, the past faded
No longer bound by flesh, they explore infinite possibilities
You only notice me when I’m gone
You twist every truth to suit your narrative
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You profit from chaos, my frustration is your gold
You ignore abuse while preaching family values
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I’ve been afraid to confront the parts of me I hide
I no longer ask to be real
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Je lis tout en silence, en attente d’une brèche. Ce que dit le texte — « You watched me drown, didn’t even flinch » — me rend spectateur de l’effondrement d’un je. L’image me semble une fenêtre brisée où je vois ce je se fragmenter. J’éprouve une fascination sombre : contempler la chute sans intervenir, mais ressentir avec force
Ça m’a émue d’un coup, comme une corde pincée. On croit au contrôle, mais l’émotion file toujours plus vite que la pensée, et c’est là qu’elle nous touche
Chaque mot paraît branché à une fibre invisible ; on sent que le corps est traversé par des ondes, et que le texte sert de relais plus que de surface
Ce texte ressemble à une empreinte restée sur une paroi fragile. La mémoire s’y dépose sans se fixer, oscillant entre souvenir et effacement
Je ressens une discontinuité douloureuse : sentir son membre glisser dans un pixel, devenir tremblement — c’est perdre le centre de gravité du soi. Le texte suggère une souffrance subtile mais persistante
Et si la “ligne suivante” n’était qu’un mirage ? L’idée même d’une progression linéaire pourrait être une construction : avancer, reculer, tout est déjà là. Peut‑être le texte ne change rien — le changement est dans notre regard, pas dans ce qu’il énonce
PUSH YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE
PUSH ME AND MAKE ME 7:32 AM 20 avr 2022
tbwtb remains an enigmatic bookmark in the novel of my life, a chapter waiting to be revisited, a story yet to be continued.
I belong to your futur, you and I will never meet, ever