
"It's not a loss until you sell."
No one knows where the first degen came from.
Some say he was born from a red candle that never stopped falling.
Others say he simply appeared — phone in hand, hope in his eyes.
One thing is certain: he clicked buy without thinking.
Degens built their world on promises no one made.
Every pump felt like destiny.
Every dump was a lesson quickly forgotten.
But they kept going — because no one hopes harder than a degen already all-in.
When the charts burned, the degen stayed.
With caffeine, shaky hands, and pure delusion, he drew lines that meant nothing.
"It'll reverse soon," he whispered.
And somewhere in the trenches, a thousand other degens whispered the same.
No degen wins every battle.
But no degen walks away either.
For every loss, a new seed of hopium is planted.
And as long as the market moves, the degens follow —
Not for riches, but for the thrill of the chase.