The Joke Is On You
You were conned.
Sold the idea that you’re someone worth fixing, improving, branding. But the joke is on you,
there is no one there.
You wasted years sculpting a self that doesn’t exist.
Your beliefs? Lies.
Your identity? A costume.
The real doesn’t need therapy, success, or healing, it needs no name at all.
Liberation isn’t beautiful.
It’s annihilation.
You don’t find your true self.
You lose everything you thought you were, and realize you were never anyone to begin with.
You were conned.
Sold the idea that you’re someone worth fixing, improving, branding. But the joke is on you,
there is no one there.
You wasted years sculpting a self that doesn’t exist.
Your beliefs? Lies.
Your identity? A costume.
The real doesn’t need therapy, success, or healing, it needs no name at all.
Liberation isn’t beautiful.
It’s annihilation.
You don’t find your true self.
You lose everything you thought you were, and realize you were never anyone to begin with.
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@npub1uwjejfyn8j0e7t0cx3ys2h4nsk83fq8a6rz7mw2a7z97mnfwvcjqcvaxfl The Book of Lies' 'Pilgrim Talk' is less dour imho, but you do you
