As someone who is also still mourning the loss of Mike, please refrain from using this bot’s tweets as your way to vent or commemorate him, I planned to make this bot before his passing and I don’t want to feel like that’s the reason this exists and it’s triggering for me -
She was two inches shorter than me without my boots
Got my attention, but she never made a move
She came and she went, she let me down slow
And I wanted to go with her, but somethin’ told me no
Outside, the winds beat unmercifully hard
Fear creeps like sand through the cracks
But inside, the stillness is consciously formed
As false goals and egos relax