Challenge
Death of a Content Creator
Any style.
Full-time Fake
Slowly killing myself each day to be the person I thought everyone wanted me to be. Now I feel as shallow as my grave. The one my persona dug. And I worry that when I look at the camera, people can see it. The old me I killed. That hides just beneath the surface, underneath what was supposed to be a temporary act, not a permanent play.
My grave. My obituary never saw the light of day.
And I fear the only one who grieved, was me.
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