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Perched precariously on a ledge, staring off into the void, your beliefs balanced on knife's edge, and one tap sent them spiraling all the way to their end. And lying on your back, in the light of reason's cold stare, you cried to yourself, and said this with a glare: "Yeah right, libtard." "Suck it up, buttercup." "Such a snowflake." "LMFAO, shut up." And that outstretched hand slowly drew back, disgusted by this toothless, spineless attack. And now your body rests (alone) in the darkness of a cold canyon floor. I wonder: Do you miss life's warm touch? Or do you love your shattered reality more?
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:57 AM UTC
Self-vilification
Perched precariously on a ledge, staring off into the void, your beliefs balanced on knife's edge, and one tap sent them spiraling all the way to their end. And lying on your back, in the light of reason's cold stare, you cried to yourself, and said this with a glare: "Yeah right, libtard." "Suck it up, buttercup." "Such a snowflake." "LMFAO, shut up." And that outstretched hand slowly drew back, disgusted by this toothless, spineless attack. And now your body rests (alone) in the darkness of a cold canyon floor. I wonder: Do you miss life's warm touch? Or do you love your shattered reality more?
No, old man on the elliptical at the gym, I think Fox News is amazing for you, and not driving away the people in your personal life at all!!!
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25/M/USA
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:57 AM UTC
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