Sometimes I feel almost alive, not alive, almost. Like if there are deeper emotions I could hold onto, so much too see and to feel, so many people to meet and to love. Then I suddenly want to run barefoot in the dirt feeling the sharping pain of the rocks I step in as a reminder that I'm alive, or to love deeply and passionately a stranger I won't ever meet again, to do something really stupid in public without fearing the what will they think, write stupid poems and sing with all my heart. Or maybe it's simply that it late night and thoughts like this make sense
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F#€k artificial intelligence. Write sentimental things you'll cringe at years after and draw with your own hands even if you think a kid could do better than you, we may foolishly try to chase perfection but mistakes are what makes us us.
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