I suppose this is the final act, where truth reaches its brutal climax: this game is no longer fair. They broke every rule in the book, fed it to the fire, and danced around the flames, unscathed and shameless.
There's no point in trying to outmaneuver a game that has already been rigged. It's like trying to put spilled toothpaste back in the tube. Useless and humiliating.
So here I am on my knees, declaring:
I am a crushed spirit, broken and bruised, a soul carved by betrayal and burdened by the truth. This is my surrender in this poisoned battlefield.
And so, I salute your victory with my head bowed, not with respect, but beneath the weight of the agony borne by the heart who has seen the fire, walked through it, only to fall into a game I was never meant to win.
And to place the diamond atop the already-glimmering crown on your head, you parade this glory with pride and a smile so wide it could swallow the cancer. All without a shred of remorse.
Congratulations.
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