It wasn't by coincidence; it was planned.
Nonetheless, it's as if it was fated; it was written for me,
And my entire paragraph,
Was marked as read.
I had taken the time to write my essay, and I was full of feelings about how much I desired you to be a part of me.
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An article on the subject of Open-AI,
Was marked as read.
You discovered me drowning in the midst of my own misery.
And claimed to help me hover; it was a sham promise.
Nonetheless, I believe it is fated to be.
You're inadvertently bringing out the monsters,
That I was hunting to swallow in my sea of dreams-
The guy who had been promised eternal life
Was marked as read.
Is it because
You already know what I'm thinking Even before I write it?
Perhaps that is why you constantly glance through my article.
However, why don't you respond, even once?
An essay that drew from all wells
Was marked as read.
I never imagined you'd be this far away from me,
I understand you're my co-architect,
But then you started erecting some barriers against me,
The walls I've spent sleepless hours constructing.
My design that still doesn't make sense,
Was marked as read.
Why? Why don't you just open a window for me?
To get access to what is hidden within, to allow me to realize that you, too, have tragedies, and It was you who opened up,
But it was I who allowed you in.
I had always worn black or white, but you introduced me to grey.
Nevertheless, I was the one who allowed reside in my heart's small abode,
The small abode,
That you also marked as read.
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