Start counting your days snowflake. Your days are numbered.
The countdown to your ego being broken in ways that you cant even imagine has already begun
How long can you hold on? Before you lose your grasp on that false reality you've created?
Your palms grow sweaty as I whisper your true destiny into your ear, traveling through your mind until it finds your frontal lobe and squeezes.
How much control do you thing you have snowflake?
Tick
Tock
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