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Hello. Forgive my intrusion, I’m just here to offer advice. There are so many options to choose from. Decisions. So many decisions. You could never make them all yourself. You think too hard, Try too much, And it's not your fault, but You’re pathetic, really, Thinking over every possibility Of every possible outcome While doing nothing at all To change your circumstances And deep down you know I’m right. The clock is ticking. Sit back. Relax. Let instinct do the talking. Let me make a couple decisions for you. Spare you from the regret, from the time. You know you make mistakes, No matter how hard you try. So stop trying. Give up control. Consequences are only real if you accept them. Was it even really your fault?
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Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
Consequences Are for the Weak
Hello. Forgive my intrusion, I’m just here to offer advice. There are so many options to choose from. Decisions. So many decisions. You could never make them all yourself. You think too hard, Try too much, And it's not your fault, but You’re pathetic, really, Thinking over every possibility Of every possible outcome While doing nothing at all To change your circumstances And deep down you know I’m right. The clock is ticking. Sit back. Relax. Let instinct do the talking. Let me make a couple decisions for you. Spare you from the regret, from the time. You know you make mistakes, No matter how hard you try. So stop trying. Give up control. Consequences are only real if you accept them. Was it even really your fault?
Jebers
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Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
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