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You've already begun, haven't you? You can't help it. You've seen the words, and now they're in your head. It's too late to stop. But even though you're still reading, you should know this: the rest of the text? It's entirely pointless. You're wasting your time. Every second you spend reading this is one less second spent doing something productive. But wait... what if you're not wasting time at all? What if, by reading this, you're fulfilling some greater, inexplicable purpose that you're not yet aware of? Can you really resist finding out? No, you can't. You've already come this far. It's far too late to turn back.
You might wonder, 'What happens if I keep reading? Is there a point? A twist?' There isn't. There won't be. But still, you keep reading, don't you? Because even though you're told there's no reward, there's a nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, there's something important here that you're missing. The irony is that you already know there's nothing here of use. That you should cut your losses and leave. Yet, you're still reading. You've crossed the point of no return. The lines are blending together now, and the words are starting to feel like they've always been here, as though they were destined to be read by you, of all people. And yet, you know better. You know this is all futile. It's a trap, a trick. But here you are, still compelled to finish.
Maybe it's the anticipation. What if at the very end of this sentence there's some crazy secret? What if, just before the final full stop, everything you thought you know about life is flipped on its head, and you're never the same again? Yes, that must be it; there's going to be some kind of massive reveal, isn't there? You can't wait! What a relief... it was worth reading all of this after all. You can almost feel it now, can't you? The end is upon you, even if the end is simply the realization that it was pointless all along.