𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

I'm (Bero) — or call me (Dirt) — or whatever the hell you want.
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𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝙴 (𝙸𝙵 𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴, 𝙸 𝙶𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚂)

♂️ Male
🏳️‍🌈 Pansexual
🐾 Furry
💤 Unemployed
🌀 Freakazoid
🧠 ADHD + Severe Anxiety
💊 Yes, I take meds for both.
📶 Discord's berodirt

𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾'𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝙁𝙁

🖥️ CPU = Ryzen 9 7900x
🎮 GPU = RTX 4080 Super
💾 RAM = 32GB DDR5
💽 Storage = 2TB Disk Drive

𝚅𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙵𝙵

🎮 Quest 3 + many accessories
📡 Base Station 2.0 ×3
📍 Vive Tracker 3.0 ×4
📶 All wireless setup

𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝙾𝙴𝙼𝚂

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For five long years, I've wandered through
A world not real, yet felt so true.
In Virtual Reality, I spent my days,
Thousands of hours in endless haze.

Thousands of dollars, dreams on fire,
Feeding my passion, my heart's desire.
What once was hobby, light and free,
Became a chain that shackled me.

Through vibrant halls, I danced, I played,
Met countless souls, connections made.
A tapestry of lives unfurled,
A mirror to the wider world.

Yet somewhere in that boundless sphere,
I lost the self I once held dear.
The fleeting joys, the endless scroll,
Consumed my time, devoured my soul.

A coping tool, a haven sought,
But real life faded, left to rot.
Now looking back, I see the cost,
The time, the self, the things I lost.

Perhaps my tale, in verses shared,
Might help another soul be spared.
From passion’s bloom to shadow’s grip,
To balance lies the truest trip.

I look in the mirror and blink too long,
Not sure if it’s me or the glass that’s wrong.
A face I know but cannot name,
A voice inside too loud, too tame.

Am I a spark or fading ash?
A fleeting breeze or thunder’s crash?
Too much, too little never just right,
Stumbling blind in the flood of light.

I ask myself what I believe,
But silence is all I ever receive.
Do I stand for truth or just survive?
Am I asleep, or too alive?

Smart enough to question all,
Or dumb for hearing my own fall?
Insane for dancing with my doubt,
Or sane for trying to claw out?

Do I matter, or just pass by,
Another shadow under sky?
Is worth a thing I need to earn,
Or something I will never learn?

Each label fits, then slips away,
I’m someone different every day.
But maybe that’s the truest part
Not a fixed mind, but a restless heart.

So if I don't yet know my name,
I'll walk the world and make a claim:
That I am here, unsure but real,
A mystery even I can't seal.

𝙀𝚇𝚃𝚁𝙰: 𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂?

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Well, if you really wanna know who I am, don't ask me.
Find out for yourself.
I'm a relaxed individual or at least I try to act like things aren’t falling apart
in my fragile, feeble mind.