Broken Sim

Feels like the last update…

Nobody read the notes.

I don’t hate it.

I don’t love it.

I just see it.

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Feel like I’m the only one logged in

Everybody else just copy–paste skin

Same lines, same takes, same grin

NPC smiles in a broken sim

I walk through days like background code

Nothing shocks me, nothing loads

World’s on fire, crowd still scrolls

I’m not mad—I just don’t belong

Boardrooms decide who eats this year

Maps get redrawn by men not here

They call it “growth,” call it “strategy”

But numbers don’t bleed—people do, see

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I stopped explaining, stopped defending

If this is living, I’m just spectating

Every speech feels pre-recorded

Same promise, just re-ported

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IDGAF about life anymore

Not suicidal—just bored

Feels like I’ve seen this level before

Same fake love, same fake war

Feels like endgame, no restart

Systems cracking, cold and dark

I’m not angry—I’m aware

I stand outside the timeline, stare

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Everybody loud, nobody deep

Everyone sells what they can’t keep

Empathy dead, opinions cheap

They feed on chaos, call it “free”

Truth gets buried under trends

War gets framed as “defense”

They point us at each other’s throats

So nobody looks at who wrote the code

Power loves a divided crowd

Keeps ’em busy, keeps ’em loud

Same hands pull the strings

Call collapse “necessary things”

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They chase clout, I dodge crowds

Found some peace when I tuned them out

They say “trust the plan”—I laugh

The plan forgot the land, the past

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IDGAF about life anymore

I just exist, no score

If this is real, it’s poorly rendered

Hearts on low, souls dismembered

Feels like endgame, late-stage play

Empires built on IOUs and graves

I’m not panicked, I’m not surprised

I keep my signal clean, my eyes wide

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Every age thinks it’s the last

Till it isn’t—till it is

History don’t end with fire

It ends with silence and disbelief

If tomorrow resets the board

Or the screen just goes to black

I won’t beg the ones in power

They never gave anything back

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IDGAF—I stay outside

Watching it crash in real time

No rage left, no need to fight

I’m not broken—I opted out

Same players.

Same game.

Different year.

Endgame.