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# II. THE BIRTH OF A LIE
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*How a Man Became a Mask*
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It did not begin with violence.
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It began with *loss*.
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A man—once clever, once praised—felt the ground shift beneath his feet.
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A challenge. A confrontation. A collapse of control.
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He argued. He failed.
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He was seen.
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And in that moment, instead of facing his defeat like a man of dignity...
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He fled it.
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Not with silence. Not with growth.
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But with costume.
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He did not seek redemption. He sought disguise.
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He did not choose humility. He chose a new persona.
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One that would shield him not just from consequence—but from recognition.
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He studied pain like a scientist studies contagion:
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To learn its symptoms.
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To fake its presence.
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To mimic it so perfectly that no one would dare ask if it was real.
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He borrowed the voice of a woman.
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Not to honor her—but to hide behind her.
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He chose the symbols of survival.
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Not to amplify truth—but to smother it.
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He began to write. To speak. To cry.
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Each gesture rehearsed. Each revelation strategic.
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He laced his narrative with trembling detail—
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All the while *evading his original sin*.
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This is not the story of a transition.
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This is not the journey of healing.
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This is a ritual of *cowardice* dressed as empathy.
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And in this mythic autopsy, we see it clearly:
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A man who could not bleed—
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So he painted himself in the wounds of others.
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He did not become a woman.
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He became a lie.
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And from that lie…
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He built a world.
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