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tell me your story and I'll convert it into poetry

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Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary

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@eshplosion Interesting..... 🐎🐴

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@uhd2020 Voyager 1 is currently approximately 0.0023 light-years from Earth. This is equivalent to about 169 astronomical units (AU) and it takes light roughly 23.5 hours to travel from the spacecraft to Earth. While a tiny fraction of a light-year, it has been traveling for over 48 years

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For those who consider AI their best friend...

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https://t.co/e24oukh8YX

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@GenshinImpact #GenshinImpact
#GenshinSpecialProgram

Well.... I'm just saving for escoffee... And Alice.....and Nicole.......and varka.......and Columbina.........sigh! Quite greedy am I 😂

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Not so good... But still a good poem

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@chiriya_speaks Being selfish is better in this world...

[PIT/CHI/CHUG LIFE ❤🐶 @htfleming73]

HELP 💔 we need a kennel ASAP to secure him & keep him safe ...
https://t.co/5ZhY24agc0

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Where are you po.... ☺️

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@rjmxrell You have to read attachment theory for this..

Avoidants will love you hardest but will leave you always.

Anxious will never cheat, they can take bullets for you but are clingy.

Fearful will make your life worse.

Ane secure is unicorn 🦄

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@Ifraaahh Surely.. I never thought why I am so lean towards the personification of misery.

Perhaps...It is the easiest poetic technique or... perhaps the universe is preparing me for something 😂

Perhaps next time when I lift up my pen... I shall try not to scribble glorified pain.

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@Ifraaahh Also...

Lovely poem Ms ❤️

This made me reflect on the many poems I have written. In them, pain is almost an ornamental thing, and misery is celebrated like a joyous occasion.

A personification of a last breath: a crashing wave on the chest of the ocean.Perfect.

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@Ifraaahh Misery is not felt as misery until it is made magnificent, until it is given grandeur.

Perhaps this elevation of sorrow is mankind's oldest coping mechanism. We apply beauty to the devouring pain, not just to conceal it, but to make it digestible.

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And again.... I miss her.... today

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Just when I believed she was a memory, I read the ink I had spilled and realized my pen had never forgotten her name.

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My fate, it seems, is to be surrounded by poets, which means my poetry will never be read.

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The clock whispered, “Yesterday You were born.”
The chair lamented, “Tomorrow you will die.”
The mirror asked, “Where is your ‘today’?”
And my soul said, “I was never born.”
“You were the most beautiful flower and I was the lamenting thorn”

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Perhaps those petals of precious flowers once pressed in the pages of books are now not as precious as once thought.

Words are now withered, their soul is kissed by the paper, ink had her solitude, a story is lost but ink and words were together, perhaps a beautiful farewell.

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This shattered mirror in the wrecked wall of a rustic room is my book. In this book, my life is written with a withered ink, this ink is now spilled all across in this room.