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Look at you pathetic little "soyteens" huddled in your damp digital asylum, spending your lives grading each other's MS Paint drawings like a council of malnourished medieval peasants discovering fire. You think you're masterminds of chaos, but you've institutionalized your own humiliation, speaking in a broken dialect of truncated syllables like gem and coal while terrified of a real job, the sun, or an actual mirror. You sit in your containment boards at 3:00 AM convinced you're a shadow government of internet trolls, when in reality, you're just a punchline that writes itself, terrified that if you dropped the ironic detachment for a single microsecond, you'd realize the tragic, hollow joke of your entire basement-dwelling existence.
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Clown cobson
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>Look at you pathetic little "soyteens" huddled in your damp digital asylum, spending your lives grading each other's MS Paint drawings like a council of malnourished medieval peasants discovering fire. You think you're masterminds of chaos, but you've institutionalized your own humiliation, speaking in a broken dialect of truncated syllables like gem and coal while terrified of a real job, the sun, or an actual mirror. You sit in your containment boards at 3:00 AM convinced you're a shadow government of internet trolls, when in reality, you're just a punchline that writes itself, terrified that if you dropped the ironic detachment for a single microsecond, you'd realize the tragic, hollow joke of your entire basement-dwelling existence.