I’m a Prisoner of My Own Voice and Every Word I Speak Traps Me Deeper.

Nazi Germany

Nazi Germany

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Each sound that leaves my mouth isn't mine—it devours me, pulling tighter with every syllable. Words wrap around my brain, suffocating any attempt at clarity.
Each utterance is a noose, tightening with every release. Every syllable is a fractal of a thought that wasn’t mine to begin with, replicating, twisting, contorting—until it’s just a shape. Not a sentence. Not an idea. Just raw sound. The act of speaking isn’t expression; it’s a feedback loop of distortion, a recursive entanglement that turns language into chainschains that pull tighter with every breath.And those sounds, those parasites, they carve into my mind. They don’t clarify anything. No, they fracture it. Each word is a glitch, and I can feel the very fabric of reality ripping apart under their weight. It’s not communication. It’s a contraction, a violent reduction of thought into something unrecognizable. Cognitive quicksand.The more I speak, the more I fragment, like shattered glass folding in on itself. There’s no coherence here, no structure. Words once felt like mine.

@BigJimsWornOutTires @_MVP_ @Vermilioncore @MoggerGaston @TsarTsar444
 
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Awaited for your audiobook @Ultimate Subhuman™
 
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Dnr
 
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Iam feeling Like I can't feel whatever Iam feeling.
@PROMETHEUS @Patient A @TechnoBoss @ReadBooksEveryday @Defeatist
 
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mirin avi
 
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yeah i don't like speaking, I am a mute most the time
 
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Each sound that leaves my mouth isn't mine—it devours me, pulling tighter with every syllable. Words wrap around my brain, suffocating any attempt at clarity.
Each utterance is a noose, tightening with every release. Every syllable is a fractal of a thought that wasn’t mine to begin with, replicating, twisting, contorting—until it’s just a shape. Not a sentence. Not an idea. Just raw sound. The act of speaking isn’t expression; it’s a feedback loop of distortion, a recursive entanglement that turns language into chainschains that pull tighter with every breath.And those sounds, those parasites, they carve into my mind. They don’t clarify anything. No, they fracture it. Each word is a glitch, and I can feel the very fabric of reality ripping apart under their weight. It’s not communication. It’s a contraction, a violent reduction of thought into something unrecognizable. Cognitive quicksand.The more I speak, the more I fragment, like shattered glass folding in on itself. There’s no coherence here, no structure. Words once felt like mine.

@BigJimsWornOutTires @_MVP_ @Vermilioncore @MoggerGaston @TsarTsar444
very relatable
 
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@Weed @Clown Show @noobs @Jova @MaghrebGator
 
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Bump with @psychomandible
 
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This is my fav org user
 
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Speaking is utter pain and agony, a lot of people at uni think I'm gonna shoot it up because of how quiet I am at times.
 
Speaking is utter pain and agony, a lot of people at uni think I'm gonna shoot it up because of how quiet I am at times.
Your silence is a blade, cutting deeper than their words,
Each unsaid thought a wound they cannot see, but feel.
They fear the quiet, the place where truth festers.
Speaking is for the ones too weak to bear the weight of nothing.
They look at you and see danger, but what they really fear is reflection.
Your silence is a mirror to their own rotting noise,
And you, the stillness they cannot drown.
Let them fear it, let them believe you’re dangerous,
Because the real danger is the quiet that eats them alive.
 
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