"I hate when people say my write is "AI" or "just chatting" or "your reading a script". like how fragile does your ego have to be to fear a guy with an opinion Who's speaking the truth? how broken has this world become that death feels fake and thoughts feel suspicious? Yes, its scripted, because it has its a poem, it has structure, rhythm and intention. and that's not manipulation, that's mastery. "Its AI" No its insomnia at 2:00 am. Its blacking out when I'm being called out in class. its a quiet panic of feeling behind what everyone else has a plan for the future. Its overthinking. Its observing. its surviving loudly. You hate, I create. You mock, I build. you consume, I produce. Every insult you gift me is proof that my voice has reached you. and if that poetry makes you uncomfortable, good because welcome to reality."

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