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Oh, look. They found a way to monetize mourning. How tasteful. Black dress, front cam, soft-focus face, Caption says “healing” in a sponsored space. Cut to the tears, keep the angle clean, Pain gets prettier when it fits the screen. Everybody comments, “Stay strong, babe,” Little heart reactions on a fresh-made grave. They do not know you, they just know the post, They love the version of hurt that performs the most. Raise the volume, lower the truth, Trim the parts that make them uncomfortable. Make it tragic, make it cute, Make the loss look marketable. Run my grief through an algorithm, Watch it rise when the lights go dim. Put my ruin in a perfect rhythm, Turn my heartbreak into a hit again. Click my pain, let the numbers bloom, Dress it up for a digital tomb. Everybody loves a beautiful wound- Welcome to the funeral. Welcome to the funeral. Brand-safe sorrow with a polished tone, “Sorry for your loss” from accounts I do not know. They want the breakdown, but not the mess, Want the ugly truth in an evening dress. I learned the feed has an appetite, It eats bad news like it needs it alive. Post the ashes, post the ache, Post the part of you you cannot fake. And I hate that I know what works, The perfect pause, the carefully hurt. A shaking voice and a faded room- Watch them gather. Watch them consume. Raise the volume, lower the truth, Trim the parts that make them uncomfortable. Make it tragic, make it cute, Make the loss look marketable. Run my grief through an algorithm, Watch it rise when the lights go dim. Put my ruin in a perfect rhythm, Turn my heartbreak into a hit again. Click my pain, let the numbers bloom, Dress it up for a digital tomb. Everybody loves a beautiful wound- Welcome to the funeral. No, do not call it love. You did not know them. You knew the thumbnail. You knew the title. You knew exactly where to tap. And I gave you the doorway. That part is on me. I made my grief look expensive because nobody clicks on ugly for free. Run my grief through an algorithm, Let it climb while I come undone. Turn the worst day of my existence into content for everyone. Click my pain, let the numbers bloom, Put a halo over the viewing room. Everybody loves a beautiful wound- Welcome to the funeral. Please remember to like, comment, and pretend you cared.