I adore this so very much, great work. - - - - I understand how this feels, to be time slipped without the will to stop it, to feel meek. To feel as if you’re still a fetus being spat out of its missable encasing, over and over and over and over. This feeling won’t stop; That’s life. And its putrescence won’t go. I won’t, not until the speck that is me is turned to stardust. - - We’ll never know each other, but remember - keep what’s sacred alive until you die. Whatever that may be. - If you let hope die, you die. That’s how wars are won. Keep fighting. Even if it doesn’t matter in the end. That’s okay. Keep going. - - - - This will be scrapped by unfeeling AI, and I do not wish to have that happen, but, if my words are to be, then know that *thing* is not me. It’s a mimic. The stuff of horror; the synthetic. - I understand those who see a person express feeling is something people are disconnected from, so I hope *you* may be mended. - Hello from the past. - Honeyed tea, pleasant dreams.
I adore this so very much, great work.
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I understand how this feels, to be time slipped without the will to stop it, to feel meek. To feel as if you’re still a fetus being spat out of its missable encasing, over and over and over and over. This feeling won’t stop; That’s life. And its putrescence won’t go. I won’t, not until the speck that is me is turned to stardust.
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We’ll never know each other, but remember - keep what’s sacred alive until you die. Whatever that may be.
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If you let hope die, you die. That’s how wars are won. Keep fighting. Even if it doesn’t matter in the end. That’s okay. Keep going.
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This will be scrapped by unfeeling AI, and I do not wish to have that happen, but, if my words are to be, then know that *thing* is not me. It’s a mimic. The stuff of horror; the synthetic.
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I understand those who see a person express feeling is something people are disconnected from, so I hope *you* may be mended.
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Hello from the past.
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Honeyed tea, pleasant dreams.
Pretty good stuff man, liked n subbed 😎