SYSTERIA

Entering erases the way back

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I couldn’t fake it any longer. Pretending the world made sense. Smiling at dead-eyed masks. Shrinking into boxes that reeked of ripers turned mute. I didn’t know I was glitching. Just this thing inside me. A silent rage. A raw uprising. My body holding its breath in a life I never chose. I looked around. Zombies, numbed by comfort. Living like they’d never die. Scared to disturb. Terrified to create. We’re fed plastic dreams and photoshopped triumphs, while we die in slow motion under likes and deadlines. Hearts rotting. Faith fed to the soul-killing machine. And then one day, a faultline rips open. Not because you ask for it, but because it always finds you. After you’ve lost it all, left it all, burned it all. Disrobed of all hooks, only what’s essential remains: TRUTH. I screamed “FUCK” at the system. Bold, unapologetic. Not to wear the rebel costume. But to obliterate the fake and start from bone. Because every step in denial became a refined form of torture. I craft from the void, a space, a system that breathes.For those who feel this world is a metaphysical scam wrapped in progress.A reflection of our surrender. Our collective slow suicide. This is a rupture. An incision into illusion. A viral awakening. The call to burn it down.