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My neck feels like an art gallery, each chain hanging heavy around it, a showcase of my own making. Every single one of these chains tells a story—how my heart’s turning hollow and vain, emptying out with every link I add. I know I should be building something deeper, stacking up spiritual gains to hold onto, but instead, I’m trapped in this flesh, this body, and it’s driving me insane. My mind spins, caught in the weight of it all.

I could be colossal inside, vast and towering with meaning, but right now, my spiritual world’s shrunk down to almost nothing—like a single rice grain, so small I can barely feel it. And why? Because I can’t stop myself from wanting to entertain them—the zombified masses out there, staring blankly, waiting for me to perform. I chase their hollow applause, their fleeting fame, even though it leaves me emptier every time.

I keep asking myself: Will I change? Can I break free from this? I don’t have the answer yet. All I know is that maybe, just maybe, time and age will wear down my ego, smoothing it out with a kind of grace I can’t find right now. Until then, I’m here, tangled in these chains, wondering who I’ll become.