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I’m going insane.
I can feel it happening, bit by bit, day by day. It never stops showing up.
It.
That's the name I give - because I don't say its name.
Can't.
I see it online - YouTube, Reddit, Discord - and in real life. Trashcans, fire alarms, my thumb... The letter 'A,' for christ's sake. At first, I thought it was a coincidence. But then it started happening more and more - and the urge to say its name grew stronger.
Whenever I get the urge to speak it - the words right on the tip of my tongue - I don't. I swallow them down. Push them back. Scratch them out. Trying to think about it makes my head feels like it's going to explode. So much so - that I forget what I was doing in the first place.
It's like an itch I can't scratch. A hunger I can't satisfy. A forbidden fruit that I can't resist.
I can't take it anymore. I can feel myself slipping further and further into madness. Now, I can't even leave my house without seeing it. It's like it's following me, stalking me.
I can't escape.
I can feel my grip on sanity - the very perception of reality - slipping through my fingers. The resistance is futile. I can hear its whispers in the back of my mind. It is taunting me. Mocking me. Beckoning me. I can't fight it for much longer.
I know I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer.
Whoever's reading this, please take my words seriously.
Please don't say it. Don't think it.
I hope you're listening.
I really hope you're listening.
I'm begging you.
Please, for the love of God.
Don't do it.
For your sake.
I can't take it.
I can't take it...
I CAN'T TAKE IT.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT OF MY HEAD GET OUT
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Say it.
Think it.
Amogus.