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Posted one sentence, hit send, went to bed, Woke up to a thousand strangers wanting me dead. "Calm down," "get help," "kill yourself, whore," Funny how fast the internet learns your address, your door. They screenshot the post, they screenshot the face, They screenshot my job, my mom, my whole fucking place, Call it "just words," call it "just the internet," Tell me to log off like the fear isn't in it. You wanted my silence, now you've got my name Trending next to threats with your same fucking claim — "She should've expected it," "she was asking for it," I said one true thing and you built a whole war for it. Screenshot, screenshot, passed around like a joke, Every stranger's a judge, every comment's a choke, I didn't post a crime, I posted a fact, And you built me a mob for saying it back. Delete my number, delete my face, You don't get to live rent-free in my space, I'm not logging off, I'm not backing down, You made this noise — now choke on the sound. They found my old photos, they found my old job, They called my boss crying, said I run with a mob, Called it "just holding me accountable," Funny how that only applies to the unprofitable. Screenshot, screenshot, passed around like a joke, Every stranger's a judge, every comment's a choke, I didn't post a crime, I posted a fact, And you built me a mob for saying it back. Delete my number, delete my face, You don't get to live rent-free in my space, I'm not logging off, I'm not backing down, You made this noise — now choke on the sound. You wanted quiet — here's quiet: (half-beat drop, near silence, just drums) Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I'M STILL FUCKING HERE. Delete my number, delete my face, You don't get to live rent-free in my space, I'm not logging off, I'm not backing down, You made this noise — now choke on the sound. Choke on the sound.