See? Look.
He’s fine
He’s always fine and
Let me take a moment to be extremely unpoetic
Ugggggggggggggh
I hate my brain
Why do we need to protect him and from what?
ま〜取り敢えず
I think that’s something we all need to do
Take a moment for yourself
I get this sneaking suspicion he didn’t do that yesterday
Boy
Oh boy
It really does feel like we create
In some like
Togetherness
I will never understand
Not complaining
I think
Someone read it
I wonder what I’m doing this for
You’re doing it for fame and fortune
And it seems I’ve chosen the route of never being seen ever
Despite this labyrinth of things I’ve said
Maybe they’ll invent an AI that searches the web for mediocre prose and it’ll think I’m interesting
So many things said
So many things not said
I don’t think I’ll ever know
Why my mind clings to him so
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