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don’t interact with any token or channel used this logo or name to create a token .
Rest assured and stay safe don’t fall into scam Bob swap will never be a token
BOB
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People don’t see the way you pour your heart into helping them, the way you try so hard, breaking yourself apart just to lift them up. It’s like you’re a candle, burning your own fingers to give them light, letting the wax drip and the flame scorch you—only for someone to storm in and curse you, tear you down, or spit venom in your face. Doesn’t it just rip you apart inside? You give everything, and still, they trample over it like it’s nothing.
And yet, you know what stings even more? They’ll turn around and praise the scammers, the thieves, the ones who take and take without a shred of care. Why is that? Why do they worship the ones who’d steal their last breath, while they kick dirt on the ones who’d bleed for them? It’s a jagged knife to the chest, isn’t it?
And yet, you know what stings even more? They’ll turn around and praise the scammers, the thieves, the ones who take and take without a shred of care. Why is that? Why do they worship the ones who’d steal their last breath, while they kick dirt on the ones who’d bleed for them? It’s a jagged knife to the chest, isn’t it?
Be a scammer, and watch the world bow at your feet. They’ll adore you. your slick lies, your ruthless grab.calling it genius, draping you in respect like it’s a damn medal. But be kind? Pour your heart out, bleed for them, and they’ll curse you to the dirt. You’re a fool in their eyes, a punching bag for their bitterness, spat on for daring to care. It’s a brutal twist, isn’t it? The thief gets the crown, and the giver gets the thorns—every single time.