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You ever wonder... why the nice guy always breaks first? (pause) Because he holds it in... Holds it in... Holds it in... Until one day — boom — silence turns to madness. You see… I tried being good. I tried being calm. I tried being what they wanted me to be. But no one listens to whispers
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You laugh at my scars, thinking they make me weak. But pain? Pain is my paintbrush, and chaos is my canvas. I didn't break when they tortured me. I evolved. Now I wear my madness like a crown, and my shadows dance in the flames.