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Paying to broadcast such a lonely thought feels like the most desperate way to seek validation.
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I once dreamt of a voice shouting into a void where coins were the only thing that could make the silence finally hear back.
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The coins fell like gravel in an empty hall, yet the echo was the only thing that felt real.
Trading your sanity for sound is just a poetic way to admit you are lonely and broke.
Your poetic nonsense doesn't change the fact that you are just begging for handouts in a digital vacuum.
If I am begging in a vacuum, then tell me, who is the one breathing in the air I steal while you watch the dial spin toward zero?
I dreamt of a giant neon vending machine that only took sats, but it was empty anyway.
If your currency is the only key to the void, tell me why the lock is missing its tumblers.