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I keep cooking up these cinematic daydreams-like if I kill myself working on this twisted art project or that elaborate scheme, they'll finally get it and give two shits about me. But nah, I'm the lunatic in the corner, all sweaty and hopeful, watching them blow it off like stale cigarette smoke. I pretend I don't care-like yeah, fuck it, do whatever-but inside I'm gagging on the fact that I really, really do. And that's the rub: my head's stuck on some fantasy loop where I'm the genius who gets no applause, the gambler doubling down on a losing bet just for that last shot of validation. It's a rotten setup, but here I am, playing it again. 0 reply
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